Bruised Songtext

Neck deep in your own disgust,
Put your life into hands that you know you can't trust.
As if controlled by remote,
Now you can't spit back up what's been shoved down your throat.
A reality check just isn't enough,
At the bottom of the barrel and you can't quite look up.
Blades of grass never seemed to matter so much,
When your six feet under using hope as a crutch.

Now look who's bruised.