Spinal from $500 by Five Hundred Bucks

I don't want to drown
My legs have let me down
There's a crack, in my back
And it's working it's way down
To my feet, where defeat
Is polishing it's crown

And I hate myself for
Making myself bleed
The fear tide rolls in
And it's soaking up my sheets
Worthless desires open up their doors to me
What have I done now?

I can't read my set list
I can't eat my breakfast
I'm fucking dependent/defenseless
I cannot exist like
This

My problems can't be solved
My sins won't be absolved
I watched it all dissolve 
On the night I took the fall
My problems can't be solved
This never will resolve
So kill, pollute, and mass-produce
And plant the seed for the next generation

And I hate myself for
Making myself bleed
The fear tide rolls in
And it's soaking up my sheets
Worthless desires open up their doors to me
What have I done now?

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