Audrey Horne

Waking up with my head underwater
Gasping for air as my blood begins to boil
Found that I love being stuck in these
surroundings, I found that I love this liquid
world of mine
When you sing, all I need is the time to come
up and find air, when you sing, that the end is
the part where you start all over again, and this
hole shall be filled with the promise of things
that will come
Falling out with the ones I once depended on,
drifting away, I was found, but now I'm lost
I painted myself in attention seeking colors,
but somehow I know they won't stick, and I
won't shine
Ten years I've been stuck, never seen the light
of day, out of sight,
out of mind, ten years of pure decay, I've
been stuck in this rotten hole where I lay
When you go out by yourself, when you sing