Something Low from This Way Comes - Throats

Things couldn’t get any worse in my heard

I have no control over anything in my life

There is no satisfaction in admitting anything at all

Fuck

I get all my inspiration from the worst of places

From cynics, to cheats and thieves

I’m growing into something I never want to meet

Confining myself into my insecurities

Confiding myself with my in-secure self

Heroes learn to die young

I get all my inspiration from the worst of places

Don’t ask what’s wrong with me

Awkward silence is easy to believe

I’ve already marked the pages I never want to read