Beneath the Surface

Scratching, clawing, digging on out
I keep getting the taste of dirt in my mouth
Coughing, choking, holding my breath
The weight on my shoulders; now on my chest
Every scent I take in smells like a casket
Buried alive, losing my mind, I belong in a straight jacket
For every line on the table, every burnt tin, every hollowed bottle, every point in a bin
I'm crawling out of my grave; this place I know I'll see again
I'll see it in the eyes of every fucking junkie, I'll see it in every burn out, every damned drunk
I'll see it in the cats and the curious kids
Every single one of us knows what we did
Death and Diablo, a dynamic duo
They go together like tar and a needle
A torch and a bubble
Credit cards and straws
And I can't stop thinking about how it feels
Like holding a pencil, I've seen the attention it draws
It's never solved anything, it just puts everything else on pause
It's one of those things that will make you break all of your moral laws
And forget as you point out another's flaws
Untouchable, unbreakable
I keep looking back and it's hard to breathe
It's getting claustrophobic
All my dreams are broken
I struggle to leave as my shadows are holding me just beneath the surface
I'm feeling the furnace
I keep fighting, but what's the purpose?