[Intro] *(Sound of folding chairs unfolding, light flickering overhead, heavy breathing)* "Welcome, everyone. This is a safe space. One day at a time. Who would like to share first?" [Verse 1] My hands still smell like bleach and damp basement concrete. I keep a jar of silver rings under the floorboards by my feet. My taste is surgical; I like the quiet ones who walk alone at night, The sound of zip-ties pulling tight before I turn off the light. I tried the hotlines, tried the meds, tried counting up to ten, But every shadow on the wall looks like a throat I want to rend. Six months clean today, but my trunk still holds the lye, And every time I see a smile, I wonder how it looks when they die. [Pre-Chorus 1] The coffee in my paper cup is cold. The same old story being told. My knuckles itch, my shoulders shake. How many promises can I break? [Chorus 1] Keep your hands in your lap. Don't fall back into the trap. One day clean. One day cold. Do what you are told. [Verse 2] Thank you for sharing... I’ll go next, if that’s alright. I don't use blades or ropes; I like the fire in the night. Dousing wooden porches while the whole house is asleep, Watching yellow flames turn into promises I couldn't keep. I love the smell of melting plastic, skin against the smoke, The muffled scream of family members as they try to choke. I bought a hammer yesterday just to keep my fingers busy, The urge to strike a match again is making my head dizzy. [Pre-Chorus 2] Pass the chips, pass the tray. Just get through another day. The monster's knocking at the door. I can't spill blood upon this floor. [Chorus 2] Keep your eyes on the clock. Listen to the deadbolt lock. One day clean. One day cold. Do what you are told. [Verse 3] Guess it’s my turn now... mine’s a little more precise. I stalk the highway rest stops, hunting prey that looks real nice. I keep a set of taxidermy needles in my kit, I like to drain the crimson out and watch the posture sit. I pose them like they’re sleeping, paint their lips a rosy red, I keep them in my parlor room until the skin turns lead. I haven't driven down Interstate 9 since last July, But God I miss the feeling when the final tear goes dry. [Pre-Chorus 3] Look around this circle now. We made a quiet, solemn vow. The cravings bite, the shadows grow. How much longer till we go? [Chorus 3] Keep your feet on the ground. Do not make a single sound. One day clean. One day cold. Do what you are told. [Bridge] We nod our heads in sympathy, we pass around the box, A circle full of predators locked inside a room of locks. We talk about our triggers like we’re normal, plain, and sane, While every single mind in here is drowned in someone’s pain. Hi, my name is Thomas... and I've been clean seven days. *(Silence in the room)* ...But I brought my blade tonight. [Fade] *(Chairs scraping frantically across linoleum)* *(Flickering fluorescent light buzzes)* *(Heavy dragging sound)* "Keep your hands in your lap... Don't fall back... One day cold..." *(Whispering)* "One day cold..." *(Tape deck stop click)*
