That’s a lot of soap you’ve got,
I’ll be honest I’m running on fumes.
Feeling quite screwed.
If hell is so easy,
Why’s heaven elusive,
Wish I could dream like you do.• More
Here I’m now with my face in the basin,
Howling down the drain.
I brought this on myself, mustn’t complain.
Believed if I banished all demons to the deep,
I could deal with them later.
Don’t dream like I used to,
But any excuse to sleep,
Is an escape from the dread.
The red soap burns,
The red soap cleans and purges,
Leaving only me and my reflection.
I made the monsters in this abyss.
My dreams in the basin,
flushed down the drain.
I brought this on myself, mustn’t complain.
Believed if I scrubbed all my demons away,
Then I’d be an angel,
But instead it’s just Endless Me.