Swan Song

Another night in a wasted life, in a private hell hidden out of sight Don't let anyone in, I think the Devil's listening Throw another shot back, and I've lost track of each spin in the cycle of self-loathing So I'm begging you, don't let anyone in, I think the Devil's listening Bottled up, or on the rocks Drink it down, wash away with the things you're not Heart on your sleeve, next to your suffering With the things you're not and never will be So the seasons change, I'm waiting, fading away And I swear on my name I watched you change, it's not the same You said you were a new leaf, but there's a forest fire burning But there's a forest fire burning Looking back on the wars we'd have never won, spring cleaning of your mind with a shotgun I wish I could write my name in the wet concrete of the bricks I tied to my feet So I could recall who the fuck I was before I started to sink beneath The hours and the days and the weeks Keep quiet, keep your conscience clean, don't say a word, the Devil's listening So the seasons change, I'm waiting, fading away And I swear on my name I watched you change, it's not the same You said you were a new leaf, but there's a forest fire burning You said you would never leave, but there's a forest fire burning You said you would never leave but I can see the smoke from the trees You said you would never leave, but there's a forest fire burning You said you would never leave but I can see the smoke from the trees I'm not worthy of my name I am withered, I'm decay I'm a wretch, I'm a waste I am wilted, a disgrace Tired mind, empty gaze In an awful fucking place Half-hearted smile on my face With a pocket full of plagues It's the Devil or God, but I'm not sure which This swan song's reaching fever pitch And so, young wings, I've heard some things about falling Whoever's pulling the strings (Whoever's pulling the strings) (Whoever's pulling the strings)