Break the fingers of the hands that dealt
Pull off the nails, make sure it felt the grief and the pain
Of being stuck here in misery lane
Call us stubborn, call us closer to d**h
Yet don't we all retch at our nicotine breath?
The violence in our heads never seemed to discharge the questioning
With both feet on the ground
We keep the gods where they can be found
Nowhere
Swain - Gloom lyrics
Album Howl