There's no room in here.
Barely breathable air.
It's not the drugs that I take,
It's not the truth that you make.
That's got us feeling low...low
Is there hope in hell?
Poisoned in the well.
It's not the drugs that I take,
It's not the truth that you make.
That's got us feeling low...low
Barely breathable air.
It's not the drugs that I take,
It's not the truth that you make.
That's got us feeling low...low
Is there hope in hell?
Poisoned in the well.
It's not the drugs that I take,
It's not the truth that you make.
That's got us feeling low...low