ATHLETICS "Where To Hide" (DER-635)

01. Where To Hide
i've got holes in both my feet. and empty shotgun shells beneath. i've been shooting up a storm. intentionally trying to eliminate. what stands beneath me standing and the floor. this bed on two by fours. where i hide my defeated side. just held together barely getting by. beneath my weight. decisions that iÕve made. i habitually cycle through. and loop them on repeat. in the worst way. in my worst way. been digging graves with my bare hands. so inefficiently. and the right ways iÕll just never understand. lock me indoors, swallow my key. letÕs see if i can claw my way through walls. or get some fucking sleep. and dream of missing out. the chance to shoot myself right in the foot again. within the first few hours. of quiet and peace, two things iÕm told that i should need. but my requirements for those two polar opposites. are two hungry mouths to feed