Testo Gallon

I believe there's something more to me
Another layer that my bloodshot eyes can't see
And if I'm being honest-my faith is mainly trickery
I just need to keep repeating this
So the gallon stays within my wrist

I believe there's something more in me
Another dimension that my tired mind can't read And if I'm being honest-my fate is all too plain to see
I just need to keep repeating this
So the gallon stays within my wrist
I need to keep repeating this
So the gallon stays within my wrist

This awful feeling never ever goes away
As long as I'm breathing evil has a place to stay
Cyclical queasy, nothing is easy
I hear myself convince myself to try-yet still, I kind wanna die

I believe there's nothing more for me
Another way that my hope can't pay the fee
And if I'm being honest-my faith is shameful trickery