Vacant Home - Inner Peace

Текст песни

Staring at the bottom of a glass
Has become all too familiar
This empty void it needs to be filled
And I’m happy to oblige
The lock clicks as the clock strikes five
As I stagger through a dark hallway
I reach the foot of the bed
To bury myself in the sheets
Why the fuck am I doing this again
Why the fuck am I so weak
Why the fuck am I doing this
Don’t let it rise
Keep it locked inside
More blurry nights and bloodshot eyes
I won’t find inner peace tonight
I won’t find inner peace tonight