(Esoterical)
And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl

And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl


(Esoterical)
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
Control for me

And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses

Control for me
And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl


(JD)
Rest $$#ured mother and father, your sons doing fine,

Stressed to death depressed in debt at the depth of
Regret, but mother and father rest $$#ured, your sons
Doing fine, just a couple hard times, I'm trying to lay

Off the medication, I can swallow a handful with no
Effect, it's killin' me, but I love it when my liver
Burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under

The faucet, fade away the colors, problems lock in a
Closet, I can't stand, my head beats for days, I can't
Beat the pain, I never have, I've never had a drink,

Never been tipsy, I never will, truthfully, it really
Ain't me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the
World confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you

Can drink it down, but anger is all you got, I'll take
Your advice, and grow up to be whatever the $#&@ you're
Not


Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
Control for me

And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses

Control for me
And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl


(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I take a

Bottle, take a swallow, and follow my hopes to nowhere,
80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost
In the process of temporary memory loss, as I bury

Every heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot,
And take another shot and just let my body drop, It's
Like my static, or really just another escape, a friend

To numb the days that take too much for me to face, so
I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and waste a
Night to let clear liquids kill my consciousness,

Screaming at the walls as if they could $#&@ing listen,
Too drunk to think, I can't even remember what I was
Even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for good

Luck to kick in, It's morning and I'm making
Confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say
I don't have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm

Almost convinced that I could follow through with it,
My solutions only make me sick, my caustic thirst
Eventually hits quick, and I'm craving it like an

Addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle choking to
Swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I become
Another form of tragic.


Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
Control for me

And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses

Control for me
And I fight and I fall and then I scream and then I
Crawl


Isn't this the part where I stand by and watch the
World fall
I'm falin' fallin' apart, I'm fallin apart
Isn't this the part where I stand by and watch the

World fall

(Esoterical)
I don't glorify what I do to escape, but I don't
Completely regret it either. It's like Oscar Wilde

Said, "To regret one's own experience is to arrest
One's own development. To deny one's own experience is
To put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less
Than a denial of the soul."