Mantra

I've been down so long Nothing ever changes No matter how much I try Got neighbours in my head They're constantly arguing About each step I take My hands move like rattlesnakes And my fingers fumble Like they've just been invented I bleed through the faking truth I don't understand All you fools I keep drinking wine Alone in the dark You know the last drink Is always the saddest I have enough pills To take me home 'cause this neighbour's song is doing it too slow --- Mantra - Spiritual Beggars