Fallin’ down, under the cracks and now I cannot make a sound
Forgive me if I ask for help I’m,
Crawling out, of the bottom where my every thought
My every thought is consuming
Gimmie some excuses (I need to know)
If I was under — could I see myself on the floor?
If I should trip inside my mind
Would I be under control of it all?
(gimmie time — gimme time — gimmie)
What you think will help me
My teeth chatterin with every thought
I need some prayers to be answered
(I — believe) I’ll be choking on my mind soon
Why won’t you help me?
(one more time I expect to get shit)
Gimmie some excuses (you don’t give a fuck)
If I was under — could I see myself on the floor?
If I should trip inside my mind
Would I be under control of it all?
(Help me)
(Help me)
If I was under — could I see myself on the floor?
If I should trip inside my mind
Would I be under control of it all?
Control of it all:
(Help me)
(I under)
