I'm not enough, I'm losing hope
I hit my knees and bow down to the God of dope
I'm bleeding out, I sold my wings
I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing
Sick of it
My horns are out, I gored the Host
And to the hoofen ones I rise and make this toast
I’ve given up, no one to blame
I'm making fire in the land of endless rain
Sick of it