Poison Orange - The Crawling

What joy from the truth?

I bring nothing but fear.

I bring nothing but sorrow.

We live in this room

Teeth just lying

We have nowhere to go

No one to leave.

Drowning in horror

And you will sallow the sadness

Sad for the gloom

Inconsolable grief

Like catching an ocean

Used to walk

Used to breathe

Now he’s nothing,

But he was nothing to me.

And he was nothing to you.