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