Typical Miracle - Every Time I Die

I need a new rock bottom.

I’ve got to find a beloved back alley.

I’m bored

as hell in Soddom and Eden is just another dry county.

The local haunts have

been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed.

Even our bed is the second best

and the end isn’t near it is now.

These drugs won’t even bring me down.

I wanna

dance but I don’t hear a sound.

You can’t fuck when your friends are around but

my slow death drew a crowd.

Can’t take two sins off of one ox.

Pile them on

because she won’t spare the rod.

You don’t drown faster the deeper you sink so

you best make peace and take in the sea.

Nurse that stray black dog.

Stay low.

Keep digging.

Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died

and no spark can be seen in my eyes so it waved death down.

The rapture came

and it went while my faith was treading cement.

I’m hell bound but I’m heaven

sent so I’m lifted back into the ground.

I’ve ascended back into the ground.

There was whiskey in the Devil’s blood and there was blood in my cup so I will

make me a better grave.

I will find my own way.