Foxblood - Grief & Mercy Sleep

Thoroughly fucked upIn  a peaceful kind of wayI  think we fucked upWhat the hell is wrong with me?Thoroughly fucked upIn  a peaceful kind of waySeeking  comfort with the grief and mercy sleepSo tell me about everything you seekAll  I’m striving for is all that makes me weakThese vices hold me down so I can’t breatheSeeking comfort with the grief and mercy sleepMinds dead to the consequenceWe  always go from words to violenceMinds dead to the consequenceWe always go from words to violenceThese habits have got the best of meAnd it’s wearing thinThe devil on my shoulderCan tell you where I’ve beenI’m no doctor and this is no cureI need the guilt it helps me feel pureSelf medicated in this ghost town everydayI guess I never knew it any other fucking wayMinds dead to the consequenceWe always go from words to violenceMinds dead to the consequenceWe always go from words to violenceThese habits have got the best of meAnd it’s wearing thinThe devil on my shoulderCan tell you where I’ve beenHe has pulled me closeWelcomed me in his homeFinding some comfort at the thought of caving inI need to say one thing to those who are dear to meThis is my attempt at breaking freeI need to know nowI need to know nowJust tell me fucking howI think you know nowI think you know nowTo these vices I must bowThese habits have got the best of meAnd it’s wearing thinThe devil on my shoulderCan tell you where I’ve been