(Don't Let The Dragon) Draag On

I hang my head for those Who ain’t been held too close in times of pain When the ceiling drips Rooms bathed in grey Outside’s a trip for another day I keep telling those Expelling those Negative Holds To go away But it seems to grip more every day The walls get taller I self medicate And how did you get this low That’s what their illness spoke For every word they had to say Better off just leaving me this way Guess this ain’t the world that I dreamt of How many hits can one OM Take How many digs can one hole make I wrap myself inside my duvet Do you think those blue giants feel the same Do you think they every have these days Do you think they every have these days