[Lyric] Stay Clean (Personalities)

HOPING WE STAY CLEAN, BUT I WON’T HOLD MY BREATH
THIS SICKNESS HAS SWALLOWED US WHOLE. HARDLY ANYTHING LEFT OF US ANYMORE, BUT WE KEEP BREATHING, BREEDING
AND FEEDING THIS AWFUL FEELING. ANOTHER PUSH GOES TO THE PULL, DOWN TO THIS HOLE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME
IT GIVES ME NOTHING. SUBSTANCE GIVES ME NOTHING. BUT, I GAVE IT MY WORLD AND I WATCHED IT CRUMBLE
HOPING WE STAY CLEAN, BUT I WON’T HOLD MY BREATH
I’VE BEEN DOING THIS ALL WRONG, AT LEAST I LEARNED IT FROM THE BEST. I BELIVE, I BELIEVE IN NOTHING, IN NO ONE. NOTHING IN NO ONE

I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO ADMIT WHEN I WAS WRONG. I NEVER WANTED ANY HELP, THEN I NEED YOU AND YOU’RE GONE
I CAN’T HELP BUT THINK I FUCKED THINGS UP FOR GOOD THIS TIME. I SLEPT TOO MANY DAYS AWAY, I’VE TRIED TO KEEP MY FOCUS STRAIGHT
II’VE BROKEN BONDS, I’VE BROKEN TRUST. SELF MEDICATING KEPT ME LOST. KEPT ME... NO, CAN’T STOP AT ONE. NO, IT’S NOT ENOUGH
I TILT THE BOTTLE BACK UNTIL MY ARMS AND LEGS ARE NUMB. KEEP ME FUCKING CLEAN, GIVE ME WHAT I NEED
DENY MY BODY OF THE POISON IT DEPENDS ON. GOD MAKE IT STOP. I FEEL PARANOIA CRAWL THROUGH MY SKIN
AND I BASK IN MY SELF DISTRUCTION, AND I LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT I’M RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS. NO REBIRTH, NO BLANK SLATE, NO ESCAPE
TRAPPED IN A CASKET OF SKIN. I’M ROTTING IN THIS DIRT FILLED PRISON AND I’M STILL LIVING. I FEEL IT PULL ME UNDER
I FEEL IT PULL ME UNDER. YOU SWORE YOU’D SAVE ME BUT I WON’T HOLD MY BREATH. THERE’S NOT A SOBER THOUGHT THAT COULD
SET ME FREE, SO PULL THE CHAIR FROM UNDER MY FEET. LET ME BREATHE, LET ME BREATHE

I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE IN NOTHING, IN NO ONE. NOTHING, IN NO ONE
SO CHEERS TO NOTHING AND HOPING WE GET CLEAN