You and I were meant to be at war eternally
Two lone battleships at sea, staring at the enemy
Nurturing the urge to destroy
Escape becomes a dirty word when you're trying to kill the pain
Rolling up the coast, top down, in a daze
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm feeling good
Whispers in the wind, head spinning around
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm feeling good
In the valley of dry bones we burn the fat off of our souls
Where everything is meant to be infamy and obscurity
Now hunger and our thirst is raw, a primitive survival song
Where everything is meant to be sucking and gnawing like baby teeth
Choose your poison, walk the edge between
Overdose and tranquility
Fear becomes a dead friend, from sweet release to the bitter end
When you've got nothing to lose
Battle ready from the cradle to the grave
Write the menu or become the menu
I see you clinging to air, my ghost is holding your hand
A master, mistress and slave aboard a ship with no name
The mockingbird sings your song from twilight until the dawn
To carve a path out of light. To set the soul into flight.
Painkiller