There's dirt on my shoes and there's mud on his back. He's been chasing his nightmares for days. I'm running with evil, its impending disaster. I've finally steered clear of his way.
Destroy all or nothing. . I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven. Greeted by a man Saint someone, said how's the ride son?. It's been alright, at times a little rough, why am I here?.
Every time you speak my name. My image it just burns away. Every time you speak my name. My image it just burns away. . Gimme that. . I could care less than for your grandiosity.