Sanctum

Just another broken and battered man, left up on the shelf He sits there and waits for the rain to fall so his dreams come true He cries but all you can see is blood rushing from his veins Old memories surfaced again There it goes again, he’s listening to the crowd laughing at him again He hears the bitter lies and laughter and all he wants to know is Why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way) You’ve got too try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better He dries his eyes on the only thing that’s there a photograph of glory days Curses the night that used to be his shroud covering is indiscretions I don’t have t tell you all that broken man is me There it goes again, sirens getting louder grinding air to powder It doesn’t feel like home no more All I want to know is Why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way) You’ve got to try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better Soon I know Ill disappear! I can’t find my way away from me! Summertime is fading on me! Someone tell me someone tell me Why I’m here why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way) You’ve got to try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better