Grammatrain. Lonely House. Drown. Zeneszám

my spirits take me to another place
i never have to know my real face
in my brown bag i know i cannot die
my sour breath to you will testify
hey man do you wanna drown
while your bottle drinks you down
(i hear you say) save me, save me
hey man do you wanna drown

my treasured poison, you control my days
you spin my life while i forget my name
i'm in a prison of my own demise
see no escaping through my red-lined eyes