She's coming home, I'm on my own
I cut my heart
She gives me love, I'm on my own
I cant atone
Water, the grief is celsius
Got nothing on me, but malice
Wind nipping on me, like ice is
They lookin at me like crisis
I got the lock on the door
I got the gear for a storm
I got the build like a whore
I'm not a board, run forth
A shatter to light, it's no more
Another mind shrouded in gold ore
No more, it's no more
I'm coming home
(Go to sleep, sleep it off)