The Under World
THE UNDER WORLD
(chorus)The world is tearing at my soul. Waiting for me to go out of control. The world is
tearing at my soul. Making me pay for the toll. The world is tearing at my soul. Pushing
me higher and higher up the poll.
I cant tell you how hard it is to be in the cold. I feel like my heart has been sold. Your
lookin up from the under world. Tell him to spin and he twirled. You see me and dont
know what to say. Your wounderin why Im goin the other way.
chorus
I see no angels in sight. That which gives me a great fright. I only see demons in sight.
That which starts a great fight. Trying to find what is great. That is what makes me so
very late.
chorus
the world is tearing at my soul. Pushing me higher and higher up the poll.
theyre waiting....... theyre making....... theyre pushing......
theyre waiting....... theyre making....... theyre pushing.......
the world is tearing at my soul
(i wrote this when i was about 12 and just found it)
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2011
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