Help
Breath like gasoline
hard-headed
In between
Ride the rails
Live the dream
Conscious building
zero necessary
no one believes
Probably legendary
Trash can dinner
woke up cold
half smoked cig
smelling like the fold
Nothing left to do
hang it up now
Over my Dead body
shhh not asound
Not one peep
Been two weeks
Eyes wired open
Admitting defeat
Every second of this life
on my way back to the top
You'll never keep me down
I'm not gonna stop
I've been here before
Not staying down
Thought I was beat
Im still around
pray for what it brings
Noone needed anymore
Broken and twisted
Lying on the floor
You'll see what I mean
When I'm up again
free from this bondage
Free from the sin
The thrill is gone
It's was in front of your face
Instead forever love
Another bad mistake
Hard to see with eyes closed
this is the end
For the best I suppose
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