Dragging, this ball and chain.
Mirrors and razor blades.
When all this dust clears
Can you recognize your face?
Pulling, all your dead weight
Not willing to cut away
I’m losing my fucking grip
you’ve got to help yourself and quick!
Dragging, this ball and chain.
Mirrors and razor blades.
When all this dust clears
Can you recognize your face?
Pulling, all your dead weight
Not willing to cut away
I’m losing my fucking grip
you’ve got to help yourself and quick!
