Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Midwest Voodoo II

You'll never know
I forgot how to think; how to breathe
When my thoughts cannot speak
And my heart cannot sleep
But I don't need much air to get by
I'll be my own lord now
And burn every church down
No sorrow
No war though
I'd kill just to love you
Maybe life is for the walking dead
Maybe hell can't handle my heat
I'd try to drown the devil in the sun
I've been drinking my blood
To close my eyes at night
But maybe if I burn them out I'll never have to cry

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