He got retribution. He got loaded guns. Uses silver bullets in the chamber. And shoots them just for fun. . He got the solution. Got long lasting pride.
Torn in disarray, hear now what I say. Brand your people, let them go. Send them on their way. Worn the fired plead, give them what they need. Kill your people let them die.
What you going to do when the walls come down. When the searchlights flash and the sirens sound. If your name is called will you be around. Will you keep a-rolling.
Train-train burning like a absolute,. Drunk with the love of the fire. Brain-brain burning and the leather boot.. Kicking like he never gets tired....
In a wiped-out section of your sanity somewhere next to mine. There's a line between what is and what should be, a line you'll never find. It takes me far away from me, keeps me where I've been.
Wake a little woozy, feeling shitty. Overdone, overtired. Walking like you lose, just shitty. Wherever you go. . Are you happy with the congregation?.