Poison! - O'Brother

I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed

Did I trade intent for futile means in the process?

I guess there’s a hole in the bottom of my head

My sense has fallen out

I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous

A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked

And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too

(I give it all)

Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood?

My rigid limbs sprawl

around.

I fear that I’m going down

Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me out.

Oh dear I heard the

sound

Now I’m hung like an overcoat with some poison fruit in my mouth.

Oh god, It’s dragging me down

Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am bound

This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed

And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference