Caulfield Cult Withdrawal Symptoms
I've got to get out but you've got me by the neck,
Another added weight on my breaking back.
Day by day, its always the same.
Against your black heart, I want out of this game.
Breaking necks to pass the time,
Counting heads to get me by.
I'll sleep tonight and I'll sleep to dream,
Dreaming of dying in my sleep.
We'll drive as far as we can go,
But first, let go of my throat.
I trace the fault lines, they lead me back to your feet
At your bedroom floor, where I scrapped my knees,
Now the settings of a reverie
That's long forgotten, now let me breathe.
Breaking necks to pass the time,
Counting heads to get me by.
I'll sleep tonight and I'll sleep to dream,
Dreaming of dying in my sleep.
We'll drive as far as we can go,
But first, let go of my throat.
Our hands are full but we're holding on to nothing
