I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights With broken wrists and weaker fists This is the last fight I'll give away... And there's something terrible locked in her attic So I'm told I can feel it on my face I still feel you everywhere And operator I can't hold much longer Cause there's a spot by a bathroom door Where I dropped so fast straight through the floor When I lost my grip on everything Eight feet under water is where we dare Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars Full of nothing but air So if anybody talks of me tell them I am never coming home again Just tell them I am gone There's a place that I might fit in, but it reeks like where we've been Perfect footprints from our feet that our haunted just by me To the lady of the hour (I hear) liquor love is all the rage Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste There's a hole that we all fall in Where we fight for oxygen That's where I caught my grip and became king Eight feet under covers, don't forget that I'm here Warm secrets under cover with new friends And your holiday lovers So if anybody talks of me Tell them I'll be gone forever with out these scars That are completely invisible...