We're Sure To Drown (Husk's Tale)

Maybe we should start at the beginning? Like
How you ended up in hell in the first place?

You really wanna know?

Of coursе!
That way we can work out the best trеatment plan for your specific situation!

Heh, situation, huh?
Okay
Better you hear this from me than someone like Al

I was once a wandering man 'cause I never felt at home
Now I'm just a gamblin' man
Risking everything I own
The only spirit left in me's from a bottle off the shelf
And all it means is that
I can't see a goddamn way to save my soul or self

There's a hole in me
And it's exposed for the world to see
It's what he knows so I did what he pleased
But I can't be fucked to lose my patience
So I just stay drunk and complacent

I'm a wicked old soul
Nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the man on the radio
Raise a glass for the empty-hearted
Too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring my walls down
I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to... Drown

You may well reap what you sow
But that isn't how this program goes
'Cause in the end, all that we want
Is your soul saved

(Good luck with that)

I've watched the fall of many people
Both the good and the downright evil
But if you think I'm giving up on you
Big mistake!

(I guess your old man got his dues when all was said and done)
So they say, but there's none you have to give!

(And seein' all the chumps down here, I know I'm not the only one)

Making mistakes, it's a part of how we live!

(So you got a plan?
Spit it out, go and try to get me clean!)

Give me the chance to prove what I could do!

(But the rot runs deep inside this shell of mine till there ain't nothin' to redeem)

But!

There's a hole in me
And it's exposed for the world to see
And you know that I'm a wrench in your machine
Though you try, I'll have to show some patience to tell you
So I'll be complacent

I'm a wicked old soul
Nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the man on the radio
Raise a glass for the empty-hearted
Too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring my walls down
I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown

Give us a chance to set you free
If you'd just put your faith in me!
You could grow and heal and change
You don't need to suffer all this pain!

Is it really that hard to see?
There's nothing left inside of me
I can't love or cry or hate
So who the fuck cares about my fate?

But

(No!)

Wicked old souls
Nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the ones who are in control
So raise a glass for the empty-hearted
We're too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true whether you've got claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring our walls down
We drank our fill and in that we're sure to drown

Down beneath the ground
We're sure to drown
In our burial mounds
We're sure to drown
Taste the blood in our mouths
We're sure to drown
And now there's no way out
We're sure to drown
Just lay my head down
We're sure to drown
Too lost to be found
We're sure to drown
With my hands still bound
We're sure to drown
I've already drowned

I'm sorry, kid
Your heart's in the right place, really
But I'd rather be the one to tell you
Than letting you learn the hard way from someone who's a real piece of shit

I can handle more than you think
Just let me try

Maybe you're right about someone
Just not for me