Oxyana by Trough Lyrics

Waking, sleeping
What is the fucking difference?
Slowly rising
In the cold morning I feel

The tremor in my hands
The blankness in my head
The slowing of my heart

It's a dead end
It's just a dead end

Drinking, popping
These fill the minutes I got
Left, cursed
Tasteless as the death of my

Whole family that I loved
My soul sucked out of me
I'm snorting crushed up leaves
Oxyana is the tree
It's a dead end
It's just a dead end