Текст: Ten Foot Pole. Closer To Gray.

clawing his way out of the doldrums getting sick and tired of coke and rums we'll just have to wait and see because he's jumped on the wagon before only to crawl and beg for more his pride is just another casualty his pride is just another casualty can you see beyond today's euphoric state do you remember how you'll feel tomorrow all the people that you hate all the times you've had to wait every piece of food you ever ate reminds you of your fate he's clawing his way out of a paper bag reaching for the life that he never had and he's just one step away he's going backwards on a two track he's going one step forward and two steps back getting closer to gray in the end there's only grieving all his goals inside pulled thin air can you blame him if he's desperate there's nothing left for him to get and he doesn't care that the people stare and they do fucking stare