Blackbirds (2010)"8-bit Rebellion"

I shiver and shake through warm and cold
I'm alone
On my own
In every mistake I dig this hole through my skin
And bones

It's harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave (or brain?)
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, [bad word] in waves
I'm getting back what I gave

I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades
As I waste away
It traps me inside mistakes I made
That's the price I pay

It's harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave (or brain?)
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, [bad word] in waves
I'm getting back what I gave

I drop to the floor like I did before
Stop, watching I'm coughing, I can't be more
What I want and what I need are a constant war
Like a well full of poison, a rotten core
The blood goes thin, the fever stings
And I shake from the [bad word] that the habits bring
Lay the sick ones down
The bells will ring
Put pennies on their eyes, let the dead men sing

Blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave (or brain?)
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, [bad word] in waves
I'm getting back what I gave

I'm getting back what I gave