Shuffle - Poison The Well

This is the way I torture myself

Pick at myself 'til

I’m pieces on the counter

Till I’m crumbs on the floor

Till I’m crumbs on the floor

The inner room piled high

High with questions

Give me some time

Give me time

If there is a truth

It’s dusty black

I’m thinking!

This is shut

I wanna be killed with the same

Dignity that horses get

When they no longer race

Not at all

Not at all

Im in a room piled high

High with questions

Give me some time

Give me time

If there is a truth

It’s dusty black

Judge me with light

Judge me with Screaming

Judge me death

Judge me with light

Judge me with Screaming

Judge me death

This is the way I torture myself

Pick at myself 'til

I’m pieces on the counter

Till I’m crumbs on the floor

Till I’m crumbs on the floor

Im in a room piled high

High with questions

Give me some time

Give me time

If there is a truth

They are

Just ugly memories

And subjects

That are getting old