It took a while but it drove me senseless Now they say I'm not "Compos Mentis" * Little wonder I'm still hearing it all Staring off from the guilt free on the wall That's what it happens when you mess with matches: Everything should reduce to ashes Now I'm lost and broken hearted My dreams have barely started
You never gonna drive those demons out of my mind I know you're gone but you're never out of my mind Still see those pictures of hell that sent me out of my mind
My memory's photographic; Some of those images stop the traffic It wasn't me, it wasn't you; the feel I had was nothing new I'm not guilty but I'm conscious, of that lead weight on my conscience Another thing I have to mention, sadly there's no redemption
You never gonna drive those demons out of my mind I know you're gone but you're never out of my mind Still see those pictures of hell that sent me out of my mind
Ow, what a lonely life Ow, what a lonely life
You never gonna drive those demons out of my mind I know you're gone but you're never out of my mind Still see those pictures of hell that sent me out of my mind
*Compos Mentis = Latin for "Of Sound Mind"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
