I'm sleeping on a bed of rust
And I am breathing hard
And I am breathing hard
Some times I feel I'm made of glass
And still I breathing hard
And still I breathing hard

I'm weakened by this heavy load
And I want nothin' more
And I want nothin' more
I'm empty cause I dug the hole
And still I'm nothin' more
And still I'm nothin' more

And the mud in my mouth
Starts to pour while I'm speaking
And I scrape the mistakes
From the thoughts that's misleading

I swear that all feel is doubt
My life is made of sand
My life is made of sand
Like Jesus kept temptations in
It's falling through my hands
It's falling through my hands

Underground in the maze
Where I carve the excuses
With the guilt that I pull
Out of skin that I'm shedding

And the mud in my mouth
Is still here and still pouring
And I choke on the cross
As I'm hangs as I'm hangs