Poisonous, sour demon in my pocket an it's scraping a hole Digging up all through the dark end calibrated to go, Down(x3) Your grip is slipping Down(x3) And the page is ripping Wasting the world away at the bite of your touch the wash of the pasing days seeping out doesn't matter that much Drowning out...no sound, pouring out...upon the ground, raining down... the drain... Down(x3) Morning shapes and your fadin' away Down, down, slowly down metal stressed and it's shaving away round round, round in the ground and I tow???? with me... Down... jerk around and the records skipping, skipping,skipping,skipping