(written by shelby lynne, bill botrell and roger fritz)
Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow Solve the wicked problem never asking how
Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom Count the waves of water don't remember forgot them Taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream Opening an ear to a painful silent scream
Oh life is bad Oh no, worst I ever had
Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones Tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone Holding onto a wind that chases the hell Fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well
Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword Speak with an eloquence never saying a word Look into the clarity then erase it with the muck Lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck
To being a beginner, to inventing the end To livin' with a strangler never a friend Saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound Ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground
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