Drain Songtext
von Funeral Language

There was a time when we were young
I clung to every word from your mouth
But now those days are gone and my voice is found
And from the top of my lungs
I′m airing out my grievances
I'm pinning a note to your door
Vacate the premises or I′m coming for you

With the bluntest force
From the weekday special from the liquor store
Shattered glass and a winter coat
Will keep you warm in the January winter front cold
And when I see your claw marks in the snow
That's how I know you know


There
There's so much shit I can take
And I′m afraid I′ve reached my limit for a couple of days
Cause you're insane
Oh in a clinical way
Give me time to clean my plate
And watch you spin down the drain

I dont take what you say with a grain of salt
I take it with the whole fucking shaker
And if there was ever a time for me to flip the script
And shove it down your throat it was twenty years ago
But I′ve learned enough lessons now
Not every one but enough to know
That I was young and susceptible
Revelations come when you're least expecting
A sentence, addiction, and failing marriages
Your didactic approach oh my god you′re convincing
You've mastered the language
That′s full of conviction
I'm learning to master these hands
That are always shaking
To grip your throat and tear off your eye lids
So you can look me in the eye
When you tell me I'm too weak and spineless
But now you′re a carcass
Survived by your words that were worthless


There
There′s so much shit I can take
And I'm afraid I′ve reached my limit for a couple of days
Cause you're insane
Oh in a clinical way
Give me time to clean my plate
And watch you spin down the drain

Oh you′ve got your big mouth working again
And I've got some back luck and better regrets
Give me lies give me emptier threats
I′ve heard a thousand times before
There's still no blood on your hands