Bring Me Down by Bryant Eugene Vazquez Lyrics

The smoke rings rise and trail
From a skinny cigarette
The stench within these walls
Is that of failure and of whiskey
Cold steps
And clouded mind
Dead grime ‘neath my fingertips
But all is fine- is well
As I can tell
It’s all the same

Disciples in disarray
The muse is drowning
Caught in a storm
Capsized and left for dead
Surrounded by everything
Astounding severed head