I've been scalped
Left inside an ocean of sound
I've been knocked conscious
and I haven't come around
There was so much trouble on my mind
Noone finds me spellbinding.
No ones buying me a drink.
Widowed and empty, our marital beds
Wild and silent, I gnaw at your breast
A graveyard shift,
for the parts of me that died
A lookout turned into a fucking left behind.
Noone finds me spellbinding.
No ones buying me a drink.
