Cold hard lines, across my face into a mirror I don't recognize myself anymore. The deepest blacks, the empty grey's there is no going back there is no in-between.
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense. How many friends can I loose?
Who knows what to say? When I'm speaking out to quiet crowd and at the back of the hall the eyes are silent.
Words mean nothing but empty providence, all for a God that doesn't seem to care who lives and who dies, these are no choices. Each like a body broken struck from the face of man.
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense, how many friends can I loose?
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense. How many friends can I loose?
Who knows what to say? When I'm speaking out to quiet crowd and at the back of the hall the eyes are silent.
Words mean nothing but empty providence, all for a God that doesn't seem to care who lives and who dies, these are no choices. Each like a body broken struck from the face of man.
How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense, how many friends can I loose?