S T R U N G  O U T
   
       Bring Out Your Dead
One breif recolection of all time
People in my life that have come and gone
One breif fleeting moment of people I've loved
And the people I have wronged
Long lost are the loved ones gone
But this bird cannot seem to
Mend it's broken wing
So the lust for life dissipates and a new
Greed rises for the needful things
Don't wanna thing about it
I indulge myself
Distraction means less pain
Bury my emotion to protect myself
'Til I can't feel a fuckin thing
I've dared to dream and I've tried to live
But I'll play it safe again
I'm just a slave to my voices now  . . .
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
Voices wither than crack than die
The ringin' in my ear will sing me soft asleep
Dead silence is now all i hear
Insparation following me
Don't wanna think about it
I indulge myelf
Distraction means less pain
Bury my emotion to protect myself
'Til I can't feel a fuckin thing
I've dared to dream and I've tried to live
But I've played it safe again
Just another slave to my voices now . . .
My addiction, my illness
My only childhood friend
My addiction, my illness
My only trusted friend
You twisted warm embrace engulfing all I tried to be
My bodies breaking under arms that will not
SET ME FREE
My addiction, my illness my only childhood friend
My addiction, my ilness my only trusted friend . . .
Locked in this cage that I've built myself
Constructed out of
Twisted cold reminders of a life once lost
But I've found my way again
I'm just a slave to my voices now . . .
My addicion, my illness
My only childhood friend
My addiction my only life.
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