Texty: Casket Lottery (The). Survival Is For Cowards. Getting By.

Have you seen my home?
I've been lost for days.
All this dust it sleeps with me
on this bed made from pain.
And you walk on by,
you think I'm crazy and I am.
I can hear what you're thinking.
Yes I can. Yes I can.
Hold on. Hold on.
Don't you know who I am?
I'm your brother. I'm your friend.
It's been years since you left me.
Since you ran away.
And you walk on by.
You think I'm lost and I am.
I can read your thoughts.
But survival is for cowards who try too hard.
Living, and breathing, and just barely getting by.
I live by my terms, and I'm alright.
Contrary to belief, I'm fine.
Let go. Let go.