All my limbs are lead
They sleep in concrete boxes as beds
Surfing on the river of Styx
I've come to grips that maybe I could get away if I didn't try
I kept you locked inside my wrist
I was selfish
I kept you locked inside my wrist
All my sins are sad
I was a vulture laughing at kids, before I made
A bet with the Devil, I came to God with a plea
Let's put our two heads together and make a man out of me, and he said
"I'm all strung out on miracles"
"Choking on mounds of marigolds"