I wish somebody would empty my head I am so sorry for the things that I've said The hopeless feeling that's living inside I'm just a lonely soul who's trying to find some peace of mind I ain't no hero. Who's gonna save you? I'll just say hi as I'm

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

Outside the soundness of your mind Bathing your soul in silver tears Beneath a blackened summer sky Praying for time to disappear Chase the water racing from the sky

Religious ways, lies controlling minds I walk among mortal beings, but I have died Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass Evil controlling my mind The fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within myself The end a beginning to a new

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take Before I wake My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened

This is my breaking point I'll pay my price Just please don't let me miss My peace of mind I'll even die for this God ease my soul And don't let me forget That there is nothing forcing me to a bitter end

Whiskey river, take my mind Don't let her memory torture me Whiskey river, don't run dry You're all I got, take care of me I'm drowning in a whiskey river Bathin' my memory in mind in the wetness of its soul Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind

(It's a kind of magic) It's a kind of magic This rage that lasts a thousand years The bell that rings inside your mind Will soon be gone (A kind of magic) One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal One golden glance of what should be One shaft of light

My bad my bad influence Call it bad Can't accept your difference They call it bad influence Free mind, free soul Break out of the mold before the mold sets in Dangerous walls are closin' in They twist the truth Then give it a spin

And we go... Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armors Grind our souls in the millstone of time The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we