Written by Jerry Cantrell



There's no out, downside up for good

No light, reflection understood

Had to try, perversion satisfied

Insane...so, I indulge the beast awhile



When hurting yourself feels right

And there's nothing familiar in sight

Take the time to pull the weeds

Choking flowers in your life



Or seal your doom

Cold transparent blue

Locked inside a room

In solitude



There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits

Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state

Lust, sloth, not my only sins

It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah



When hurting yourself feels right

Long gone the will to fight

Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life



Or seal your doom

Cold transparent blue

Locked inside a room

In solitude

Insanity takes you

So black it's untrue



So black it's untrue