Wrong Climb

Something tells me that this is gonna hurt for a long time Nothing like splitting at the seams and taking the wrong climb Everything is rotting and dying Dead dog in the bathtub, I could hear him whine Nothing like splitting at the seams and taking the wrong climb I'm climbing down Yeah, I'm going down I think I can hear the ground calling me Its whisper is so quiet and sweet I think I could go for an eternal sleep Chipping nails down to the bottom Good things dropping, wish I could've caught 'em Grief ain't something that you're going through Baby, it's a noun I'm face-to-face with him now I'm face-to-face with him now