Mouthpiece Gauge
I watch you bring yourself down,
I watch that machine tear you apart,
I see it tangle your life,
Now you stand with nothing.
More weight on your back,
You can't kill your pain.
You've fallen far out of reach,
Your life lies in your hands.
Dismantle this machine, bring it down,
Down to it's knees.
More weight on your back,
You can't kill your pain,
Knuckles glued to the wall.
What is left,
What is left of you?
Guage...
Depression, it filled your veins,
And it took it's toll, clutch the remains,
Pull it back together.
