Mantra
Isaac Kauffman
Cradle your veins
When you're old you will rot
The ground grows softer as you walk
Verses turn to mantras
I won't shut up until I fix it
Making money for my grave
Twist my arm until I cave
Reaching for answers sleeping in the bottle
Verses turn to mantras
Searching for solace to kill off old grief
Make room for mourning
Play like a game
I live with your pain
