Still Not Well - Black Tusk

Grinding of teeth, scratching of my flesh

Wrenching of hounds, tearing me apart

Itching for this, your name on my lips

Dulling the pain, the taste in my mouth

Quenching my thirst, nothing will end this

Searching, one more is all I need

My life falls apart

Driving me insane

Save me from this hell

I am still not well