get the sinking feeling   you're behind my head again   and the more I weed, the more it grows   and here I am, hung by my toes   the time spent set in cement   spent wasting my time   when i could have been pulling it down      it's my release      held down, entangled   it's a web of my own making   and this desolation's shaking me apart   build it up, paste it up, stick it up   stuck up. fucked. such a shame   my defences have become my own restrictions      my love   talk to me   it's a bone orchard   you cast your shadow   on my heart   it's a bone orchard