The flesh keeps score
When it rains, it pours
The morning Sun doesn't shine as bright
It's getting dark, it's getting bleak
I embrace this wretched life
There's no escape, no repentance
How much more can one soul take?
How can I hold my head up high with my spine crushed to dust?

Everything I love
Everything I love
Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I feel
Everything I feel
Turns to shit right in front of me

The flesh keeps score
And still it begs for more
The burden of a burden grows sore
It's darker every day, societal decay
I feel it all slipping away
Societal decay
Away

Everything I love
Everything I love
Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I feel
Everything I feel
Turns to shit right in front of me

Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I love is dead or dying

Gold hands caked in shit
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
And still the flesh keeps score