Burning Ash

It's in the air, the stench of death,
Wasted youth drips from your breath,
Turned around, flipped upside down,
Everything sleeps, inside the ground,
And down below, it fucking grows,

Yeah! Growing deep in the sin,
Yeah! It's breaching the skin,
Yeah! Heart of glass, ribs of tin,
Coiled burning ash left within...

Fever turning, body shaking,
This could be the last breath I'm taking,
Knees weak, wrists break,
How much more will I take?
No one knows, but down below, It fucking grows,

Yeah! Growing deep in the sin,
Yeah! It's breaching the skin,
Yeah! Heart of glass, ribs of tin,
Coiled burning ash left within...

Finally snapped, breaking out, repent? I doubt it,
Can't give a shit, slit wrist, shot gun hate,
Filter ripped, spitting blood, Time to get ready for the flood,
1,2 Where to go? Down below... it fucking grows!