Dripping Low - Hangman's Chair

Pray in the dark

For a light

But no one to lead her out

Move like a worm

Down in a hole

Weak as she’s never been before

Blessing the needle dripping low

Strange kind of less

Mark her face

I’ve wasted so many years

Treat her like shit

I admit it

I’m the one you love to hate

Blessing the needle dripping low

Cause she doesn’t want to feel no more

Tripping the ghost of her under the flood

Like an offerand to the gods

Here’s my breathing wounds