Take a look in the mirror What do you see Staring back at the lines of life So wishfully Could it be any clearer Who earned the pain Everytime that you ask the price You'll have to pay
How many lies do I tell myself So I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy Back to be held by the demons of my soul Back to the arms of the--arms of the enemy
Could be cursed to repeat The same mistake Wandering through a blinding fog That never fades
Knew it wouldn't be easy To bend the bars Better off than a homeless dog But not by far
How many lies do I tell myself So I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy Back to be held by the demons of my soul Back to the arms of the enemy Back to the bosom of my baby And someone to hold
I'm the last one to yell, go to hell, Preaching doom and gloom And I'm not just a hack with a gun in your back Too soon
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