I've grown accustomed to the quiet days
They don't rattle me the way they used to
I've dragged across the years and shifted over time
In the palm of idle company and blues
I've been the victim of a waring phase
Between my ailing mind and restless heart
It left me bitter, lost and so afraid to lose
All hope was beaten out before the start
Every feeling
Slowly tripping out the corners of my mouth
Starts me healing
Screaming from the inside out
I let a demon run the sacred show
Kept me living tightly bound at my own hand
And I've been weak, you know I'm angry to admit
I know how far I've fallen from the plan
My every word has been a growl and a whine
It's a habit that I'm hankering to break
Maybe if I turn a phrase, or sing a prayer in time
Redemption soon will meet me in the wake
Every feeling
Slowly tripping out the corners of my mouth
Starts me healing
Screaming from the inside out
When I'm emptied out
Finally shouting out
I'm not well at all
I'm not well at all
But every feeling
Slowly tripping out the portal of my mouth
Starts me healing
Screaming from the inside out