What makes you think that I'll be fine? What makes you think I want to relive it? Dead hands dig deep Perforated lungs makes it hard to breathe Anxiety tightens around me My feeling of loss carved in my mind Fuck it, it's just the blind leading the blind What made you think that it was fine? It's hard to say when you were high How does it feel the way they drag you? Through the blood, and through the dirt Gone forever but the feeling remains You better watch your step or it'll pull you under No fucking closure No, no, no fucking closure In hell you'll see me Swinging from the gallows I'll be screaming back Dead hands dig deep Dead hands dig deep