Sound of Rum - So Low lyrics

Obsessed with the carnivalesque and the grotesque Then I stand on stage and talk the truth like I know best It's hopeless I try and take slow breaths Some nights I get so wrecked I'm destroying what I'm supposed to be employing I know it ain't right but I keep on doing it Is it pursuing me or is it me that is pursuing it? Move with the fluidity or momentary stupidity The slow and steady was k**ing me World was too slow Now it's too rapid like the bits in the films When the canoe turns the corner and you see through the hills Falling water Have our heroes been k**ed? We ride to our home-grown slaughter on the boats that we built Some folks are hoping we will Be lying broken and still At the foot of them peaks we dared scaling I'm scared, but look Failing's not an option That's what sets me apart My inner city is foul But in the slum is a heart That wants more Those that strive for light Are often those most attracted to the dark of the night Sometimes all I wanna do is just start up a fight But I don't I drink wine by the pint and go home With a conscience that bites and cold bones Head keeps thumping Saying punch me, kiss me Make me feel something Cos tonight I feel like I don't feel nothing And the way that I am living is disgusting Fortitude, humility, stability, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? Given all the things that I know You reap what you sow Temperence, humility, stability, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? I'm like the dregs in the bottle The city's drinking me slow And the city the city the city I'm from a city where bodies get hacked up and hidden in suitcases Where tramps lick grease off of the newspapers That used to hold chips And I'm sure that beauty exists But I look around and I see concrete raising our kids I'm from a city where s** sells and bodies sell s** Drunks slump in stairwells and retch And yes everybody's sheltering a hidden complex No rest for the wicked cos the wicked don't rest We're just vessels though Carrying a very precious cargo You need to keep watertight Weather the storms Make sure we're moving on a relevant course Make sure you're shipshape and that you're keeping what's stored Safe and sound It ain't mine It was given me All I'm trying to do is deliver the goods And reach that final destination I am sailing towards I only unload my cargo in the safest of ports In the city it's hard though Everything is so surface So superficial, so fake, so belittling Try and have the confidence to learn to do a different thing Gets to me bad That's why I leave the stage, hit the drinks We purge to pollute Purify to make filthy I know that I'm good cos when I'm bad I feel guilty Outside the pub with a mouthful of blood Thinking all I really need is someone to love To look forward to Temperance, discipline, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? Given all the things that I know You reap what you sow Temperence, humility, stability, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? I'm like the dregs in the bottle The city's drinking me slow Outside the pub Mouthful of blood Thinking all I really need is someone to love Outside the pub Mouthful of blood Thinking all I really need Fortitude, stability, humility, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? Given all the things that I know You reap what you sow Temperence, honesty, stability, self-control These are the qualities I want from my soul How come I keep sinking so low? I'm like the dregs in the bottle The dregs The dregs in the bottle The dregs