Vines have cracked the stone
I was wild last night
Thrown out from a bar
In wrong place and wrong time
Shoutin’ with a guy
Did he know who I was?
Slowly the hand is gettin’ knuckle
Strikes the mirror with a sudden move
Can’t stand the face of this fucker
Blood drippin’ slowly to the floor
Starin’ at myself
I’m so calm today
Head blown from the neck
Waste another day
By the end of night
It will be the same
Look, I’m a step closer to my grave
That had been dug by weakened hands
And I fell in the deep, couldn’t catch the vines
That have grown out from stone and
I just screamed into the emptiness