An Ode To Breakdown - Hangman's Chair

LOST

LOST CONTROL

LOST AND GONE

GONE ASTRAY

DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO

LIKE I WAS WRONG

ALL ALONG

ONLY DOUBT

ACTING OUT

EVERYTHING I KNEW IS FALSE

I’LL WASTE IT ALL TOMORROW

TOMORROW I’LL BE GONE

AIMING LOWER, EVEN LOWER

NOTHING, NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

IN THE VOID, I WILL FOLLOW

TOMORROW I’LL BE DONE

AIMING LOWER, ALWAYS LOWER

ENJOY MY OWN NATURE

TAKE IT LYING DOWN

TO BREAKDOWN

I NEED THE PAIN

THE MARK OF CAIN

AS AN OPEN VEIN

IT HAPPENED AGAIN

FAKE

FAKE EVERY SMILE

SNAKE IN THE GRASS

AT A LOSS FOR ANY PLEDGE

AT ANY COST NEAR THE EDGE

MAYBE I WAS WRONG ALL ALONG

MAYBE IF THIS IS WHERE I BELONG

COME HELL OR HIGH WATER

DO IT LIKE A SELF-HARMER