Sleepers专辑介绍：I’ll keep my tongue behind my teeth I breathe deceit when I speak Seeking asylum in sentiment Seething with emptiness Deeper will I sink into the gloom of a darkened despair Drowning slowly. Never gasping for air A creature of my own looming doom barking my prayers Within the grasp of a lack of care I stand abandoned. Devoid of sympathy Detached. Forlorn. Stripped bare of empathy Snivel in the shadows Sucking through my blackened teeth I feed from the bottom I am the worm in the cracks beneath A pit of snakes for your wasted benediction A bitter wake carved out of your good intentions Every day I hope is my last I know it's coming I pray it comes fast I beg the devil to pull me under What doesn't kill you Makes you suffer Drag me below We all know scum gathers at the bottomEngineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Jesse Owensby at Social Moth Media