Woorden: Down. In The Thrall Of It All.

Go slow

Cruel to himself and generous about it
Cruel to the world, not hard to spot it
Can't give up, shut up on a tirade
Off the top of his head, so ripe becoming rotten

He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all

In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all

Failed his name, no care to hide it
Failed escape that's documented
Instilled or distilled, the spike or the chill
It's immolation, the lust of nonexistence

He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all

In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all

Headstone tells nothing about him
Headstone reads two decades wasted
A funeral pyre, no one to burn it
Because self-destruction brings misfortune

In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all

No lower heaven for his bones
Nor handing life back what it's owed
Caretaker careless, what he's sown
Porously reaching his lowest low

The negative has just begun
Joining the war, impossible

In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all

In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all
In the thrall of it all