sink likes to drip soul starts to slip i wander around negative space living just to lose courage starts to bruise i am consumed trying to find my place i am the shovel yeah i am the grave i m looking for trouble with a smile on my face i ll bring the rope if you can bring my faith yeah i ll tie the knot if you can throw it away sink likes to drip voice starts to slip i am a rat losing the race bones start to creek air is thick and stale this house is frail holds my memories