Beyond The Call Of Miseries

Few momories and a lot of scars 
bottle of whiskey behind the bars .

Cigerate in my hand , ashes on the floor 
is the 1st time or have you felt it before ?

Lonely in the forest looking for your grave 
burning within yourself,for death you still crave .

come in to my arms and cry out loud. 
I know how you feel inside out . 

Show me your wounds , show me your tears 
show me your pain and show me your fears .

Whisper in my ears look deep into my eye 
kiss me on my lips and please dont ever lie .

Failing miserbaly , tyring to please them all 
trumbling on your kneese , you recoil and u fall .

let me heal thy scars my love .
dont look at the raven flying high above .

birdging the gaps between hope and despair 
now you can hear me loud and clear .

For now you must stop those suicidal fantasies 
cuz I`ll be there to protect you from the call of miseries .