Could Be Anywhere...
Sin all came crashin down, hard
love most ever known, even dreamed, dead.
Wee hours of darkest, coldest, winter night
alone, broken, crazy, out of head.
Gun barrel freezin to wet cheek
heavy metal shakin out lonely blues.
Twisted love poundin, tearin out the speakers
been here so many times, why it feelin new?
God whisperin to hold on til dawn
ainít thinkin, canít stand no more wait.
Filled with molten lava called sorrow
freezin out, insides burnin with hate.
Nother day, stoned cold, hatin
sick and tired oí being sick and tired.
Pain, sorrow, alone...Ghost be talkin
history stayin, whether drunk or wired.
God whisperin again, wonít leave it alone
memories, seein a little boy a prayin.
was it me, nother night so long ago
hey speak up God,
i need to hear what youíre sayin...
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