I can't see me anymore Picking my mouth up off the floor Never stop picking at the scabs Sunken to the floor just like my dad Still 5'8" with a god complex Still gonna fear what's coming next Get your gun and come at me There's not much left for us to see Eyes bled through the lids again Teeth are gonna grind until the end Fading doom will fill your head Seeing ghosts doesn't mean you're dead Eyes bled through the lids again Teeth are gonna grind until the end Fading doom will fill your head Seeing ghosts doesn't mean you're dead Here is where I'm a painting A statue that can bleed It doesn't know what you're losing It can be what you need