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Sink likes to drip Soul starts to slip I wander around negative space Living just to lose Courage starts to bruise I am consumed Trying to find my place I am the shovel Yeah, I am the grave I'm looking for trouble With a smile on my face I'll bring the rope If you can bring my faith Yeah, I'll tie the knot If you can throw it away Sink likes to drip Voice starts to slip I am a rat Losing the race Bones start to creek Air is thick and stale This house is frail Holds my memories From Letras Mania