Grim Indiana - The Mute Season lyrics

This is my daily plea This is my martyr's prayer This is my crimson leech This is my black despair This is days spent in bed Wasting away for what Cause if I stepped outside I wouldn't find a God This is my longing hunger This is my open page These are my shaking hands This is my final fade Here I am again Stuck in bed A bottle full of pills and my stomachs sick Lungs full of dust Four thousand thoughts I'm stuck in my head and I'm dreadfully lost Your idea of hell might not look like this A cornucopia of flames where the devil lives But for me The flames They linger on my lips And the devils on the page in the f**ing ink I'm fighting for my life Down in this hole I feel my mind slowly slipping away from me Crawling on hands and knees screaming For this life to give me something Clawing at the walls (So prescribe me depression tell me it's all in my head That year I spent in mute season I'll never forget.) This is my daily plea This is my martyr's prayer This is my crimson leech This is my black despair This is days spent in bed Wasting away for what Cause If I stepped outside I wouldn't find a god This is my longing hunger This is my open page These are my shaking hands This is my final fade These are my wasted years Wasted youth Tar black heart