Evergreen Terrace
Post Satanic Ritual Baby
No sense in talking sense
In the end I always lose
The lie about love and fear
Is they're things that you can't choose
But my soul is still thirsty
Sometimes we all just need a drink
You only see through bloodshot eyes
When you're crying in the sink

I tried to shake the feeling
But now the feeling's shaking me
My back is against the ceiling
Still holding on, I cut my teeth

Forget it all. Forget it all
Forgetting all that's under me
My back is against the ceiling
Still holding on, I cut my teeth

I'm losing ground and I'm losing sleep
So leave that candle burning
So I can make it back from the brink
I just can't shake the feeling