We've got a problem here, I can't go anywhere. Someone locked the door and threw away the key. Your weapon lives on fear but you won't find it here. I've gone my whole life letting it control me.
What is it he should do? What is it he should do?. He's lived through each day. With out words to say. These empty pockets are nothing new. . Losing his mind in this age and time.
How long must we wait?. Will this be the fate from a familiar past?. Now, when from these hills. Come the deafening shrills of peace at last. . And he says, "Son, you're gonna burn.
But of course I'll say nothing of the sort. Don't let me have control of my art. Honesty and an empty bank account. Are my gun and hand full of rounds.