Twenty something Years of seclusion Seems to be quite enough
Just get me out of this town It's like a dried up, lake full of debris and I am starting to drown Sometimes I can see clearer Through rear view mirrors Then windshields with All the places I've been
How do I find my destination? Neither one of us is getting out Of the situation alive Until the other one dies
And it wont be me You clench your hold like you clench your teeth And I will send you back to hell Holding your jaw, Like your demon teeth
Your demon teeth
Put your ghosts in the past Don't put your torment back Beneath it's reoccurring Pull apart its jaw And smash out its teeth
Who do I believe? When everyone sees and speaks Based in part by what they themselves believe I'd Rather see a man of god Than hear from one Any day of the week So take hold of these demons Cast them into pigs But don't let a single one of them leap Take their filth And let them learn (No, no, no, no) Just let them teach
[x2] Instead of reading the book (I've read the book) Try Meeting The Author (I've met the author)
That's my problem, I've had the devil on both sides With god at the bottom (ughhhh)
Chin Up Chin Up
He doesn't pick where he stands, I pick where I place him.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
