I see the crows overhead, I'm a half dead man

Smell of Satan on my skin, I'll try to shake it if I can

Hmm hmm

I still feel the burns on my hands

Bits of broken bone fragments littered all over my land

The smell of old blood is in the fabrics of my rags

Get me soap, get me stitches, get me sanitary pads

Close to the grave

Close to enlightenment

Far from the cage

I might need some Vicodin

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep these days

See the crows overhead, yet, still I remain

Bought myself a little time to keep playing in this game

Like, I'm reborn, but we're all on borrowed minutes

Fishing for a smile trying to wipe away my grimace

Still the smell of old blood is in the fabrics of my rags

Bought a brand new fit with them Yves Saint Laurent tags

Close to the grave

Close to enlightenment

Far from the cage

I might need some Vicodin

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep

It's been hard to sleep these days

These days

(Flush flush the pills from my veins)

These days

These days