As I stepped to the edge. Beyond the shadow of a doubt. With my conscience beating. Like the pulse of a drum. That hammers on and on. Until I reach the break of day.
How do you get your sleep at night?. How did you get your noose so tight?. Like chewing on tinfoil it's so much fun. Gonna be dead before you're gone.
How do you get your sleep at night?. How did you get your noose so tight?. Like chewing on tinfoil it's so much fun. Gonna be dead before you're gone.