Scraping the Barrel - Make Them Suffer

This is not a means to an ending

Just a broken and twisted path

Foreboding the droning tasks

That face the shell of a shattered man

The shell of a shattered man

Dripping.

Incessant dripping won’t stop

Not for the machines that bellow through the corridors

Nor for the joy and wonder from my mind

That oozes, pools and weeps through every orifice of mine

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Scramble and claw for the fragments that once were

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Piece it back together

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Scramble and claw for the fragments that once were

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Piece it back together

Now I’m scraping the barrel

And now I’m scraping the barrel

Is there something I must’ve just missed along the way;

A piece of me I somehow left behind, and lost between the days?

And now I’m scraping the barrel

Scrape and rake my life away.

Light grows dimmer every day, repressed dreams

confide in me

Taste and feel.

Erase the years.

Another one down the hatch

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Scramble and claw for the fragments that once were

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Piece it back together

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Scramble and claw for the fragments that once were

Patch it, plug it, dry it.

Piece it back together

This is not a means to an ending

Just a broken and twisted path

Foreboding the droning tasks

That face the shell of a shattered man

The shell of a shattered man

Bottoms up, another one down the hatch

Bottoms up, another one down the hatch