The roots of my life are withering
I blame the soil in vain
A low grade for a low achiever
This life will end shorter
I amounted to the taste of salt water
In a dead man's mouth

I smiled till every hammer broke every tooth
Tears falling from empty sockets
Force fed my fist to my face until my lungs were filled
With prayer
I can be Judas in your fairy tales and myths
I will betray the man that never exists
Bring me the cross before I die
I'll take these ancient papers
Rewrite the lies
With my own ink I'll tell the story
Slow dance in the ashes singing home sweet fucking home
I amounted to the taste of salt water
In a dead mans mouth
With my own ink I'll tell the story
Of the man who was born to swim
And learnt to sink