Metallica - Low Man's Lyric

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I've let go
The net below has rot away
So, my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see what I've let me be
So, wicked and worn