Lift me up above this Lift me up and help me to fly away I won't be broken I won't be tortured I won't be beaten down I have the answer I can take the pressure I will turn it all around The flames and the ashes

This girl is on fire She's walking on fire Spirit of Marilyn callin' me, audibly Bawlin' she, said that she would never leave Continued to torture me Telling me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum

They call her Hard Hearted Hannah, The vamp of Savannah, The meanest gal in town, To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em, Is her delight, they say, She's Hard Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA! In old Savannah, I said Savannah, The

Say that you don't want me Say that you don't need me Tell me I'm the fool Tell me you've been tortured Tell me you've been beaten And what I've done to you Matter what's true Even if it doesn't matter

My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! No she never called, I had something to say! I don't know much and I don't know how Why would she put me through such torture, I would have given my life for her, She was the one that knocked me over,

Someone wake me I've become my darkest fear Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten My ropes and chains

I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop Nor will it take away the pain And I struggle to find my way I feel like this search is all in vain I reach for calm I starve for a balance unknown This burden tortures me deep in my soul I feel like

Hurt me when I'm close to you Tell me lies and not the truth Carve your wrongs in my skin Love is killing me so sweet Like the torture that I need For my way back home Hurt my soul Love destroy my chroming soul

Tell me I'm the fool Say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me Tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten What I've done to you Even if it doesn't matter Doesn't matter what's true I know I've done wrong and I paid for it Just

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we