Ain’t nothing like rain on the roof,
So much to maintain the pain and truth.
Locked in my mind, trapped in this booth.
Feet in lead boots with my head in a noose.

Cuz you know it’s like waking up from the dead,
The next day with cobwebs in my head,
Trying to walk a tightrope on a piece of thread,
There’s a ghost standing at the foot of my bed.

A couple nails in the coffin, couple spliffs with my coffee.
Ignoring voices that haunt me, pausing is likely to cost me and toss me away.

A couple nails in the coffin, couple spliffs with my coffee.
Ignoring voices that haunt me, pausing is likely to cost me and toss me away.

Aaaaa, Waking up from the dead.
From the dead, yeah.
I said waaaaa, waking up from the dead.
From the dead.

It’s something like a flood in my veins,
Trying to bleach out my mind frame by frame.
Held back by time, taking the blame,
Make it or break it, it’s all just same.

Glaring at the moon, it’s so full in the sky,
I’ve seemed to have lost the damn light in my eyes.
Tryin’ to see the forest for the peak of the pines,
Look I’m unraveling line by line.

A couple nails in the coffin, couple spliffs with my coffee.
Ignoring voices that haunt me, pausing is likely to cost me and toss me away.

A couple nails in the coffin, couple spliffs with my coffee.
Ignoring voices that haunt me, pausing is likely to cost me and toss me away.

Aaaaa, Waking up from the dead.
From the dead, yeah.
I said waaaaa, waking up from the dead.
From the dead.

Aaaaa, Waking up from the dead.
From the dead, yeah.
I said waaaaa, waking up from the dead.
From the dead.

Aaaaa, Waking up from the dead.
From the dead, yeah.
I said waaaaa, waking up from the dead.
From the dead.