Swan Song

Another night in a wasted life, in a private hell hidden out of sight
Don't let anyone in, I think the Devil's listening
Throw another shot back
And I've lost track of each spin in the cycle of self-loathing
So I'm begging you, don't let anyone in, I think the Devil's listening

Bottled up, or on the rocks
Drink it down, wash away with the things you're not
Heart on your sleeve, next to your suffering
With the things you're not and never will be

So the seasons change, I'm waiting, fading away
And I swear on my name I watched you change, it's not the same
You said you were a new leaf, but there's a forest fire burning
But there's a forest fire burning

Looking back on the wars we'd have never won
Spring cleaning of your mind with a shotgun
I wish I could write my name
In the wet concrete of the bricks I tied to my feet
So I could recall who the fuck I was before I started to sink beneath
The hours and the days and the weeks
Keep quiet, keep your conscience clean
Don't say a word, the Devil's listening

So the seasons change, I'm waiting, fading away
And I swear on my name I watched you change, it's not the same
You said you were a new leaf, but there's a forest fire burning

You said you would never leave, but there's a forest fire burning
You said you would never leave but I can see the smoke from the trees
You said you would never leave, but there's a forest fire burning
You said you would never leave but I can see the smoke from the trees

I'm not worthy of my name
I am withered, I'm decay
I'm a wretch, I'm a waste
I am wilted, a disgrace
Tired mind, empty gaze
In an awful fucking place
Half-hearted smile on my face
With a pocket full of plagues

It's the Devil or God, but I'm not sure which
This swan song's reaching fever pitch
And so, young wings, I've heard some things about falling
Whoever's pulling the strings

(Whoever's pulling the strings)
(Whoever's pulling the strings)