Race To The Bottom

(альбом: Drifter - 2011)

Watch the temperature rise.
It's nothing I can control, nothing I can hide.
Every inner fiber aches for the warmth of what's inside.
And as I shed my skin, I'm born again
A regeneration of human sin.
This lure of flesh is like a rush of death
It awakens a sickness and resurrects
The lowest throes buried deep in my bones.
I'm a slave to the marrow that lusts to control.

Can't you hear it now?
My guilty conscience playing on repeat.
So sweet is the sound
Of shameful defeat.
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease,
A biological war still rages inside of me
Like a fire that begs on its knees for more kerosene.

My past mistakes reoccur in spades.
They never falter, no, they never stray.
Comfort to control, convince to maintain.
And this depraved path is like a transparent mask,
It reveals every thing I wish I lacked.
Take it all in one more time, I might never come back.

Can't you hear it now?
My guilty conscience playing on repeat.
So sweet is the sound
Of shameful defeat.
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease,
A biological war still rages inside of me
Like a fire that begs on its knees for more kerosene.

I'm begging on my knees.