Lyrics:

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