growing dim

you moved your glass to the top shelf

stomach your dinner and disguise the smell

hand me plastic wish me well

offer me your flip flops for my trek to hell

you broke my last few ribs

the ones that keep my skin from caving in

you feed the darkness in my head

the monsters that I tamed you now have bred

now they are wilder than before

and more blood thirsty than their parents were

the lowest thunder is our growl

I begin to stomp my feet and howl

I'm an animal but to no avail

and though I try to love, I always fail

while my hair is fierce my instinct is trim

the hopes I hide are growing dim

I've wandered to far to the west

too close to the setting sun tends to depress

you should feel the choking in my chest

the knotting in my veins may soon be my rest

give me the vision or a healthy bail

this faith seems like an escape for the ill-prepared

and now I'm wilder than before

though no more lost than my parents were

the smoke i breath is foul

I begin to stomp my feet and howl

I'm an animal but to no avail

though I try to love I always fail

while my hair if fierce my instinct is trim

and the hopes I hide are growing dim

the hopes I hide are growing dim