S.O.S. - Jerry Cantrell

Don’t know what to say, nothing new to tell ya Downtime I create, enter self-destructor

Sever all, no more ties, walk away from each other

I know you’re my brother and I don’t even know ya Both beard and my face growing longer

The stench of decay growing stronger

Reality and dream intermingle

Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Reality and dream intermingle