| Breakin in the Gun |
| EverythingÂ?s moving backwards ItÂ?s been that way for so long When all my cries like butterflies Drift slowly away I canÂ?t relate to no one Sifting through all my so called friends AinÂ?t what I like to do But give or take my wreckage past Dies slowly away And now the battleÂ?s begun Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, IÂ?m sinkinÂ? below Till I face myself IÂ?m letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself Nevermind all the pity I rattle on all the snakes I knew I chewed the bone, got critisizes And hid all the pain Beneath it all I still face the same face Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, IÂ?m sinkinÂ? below Till I face myself IÂ?m letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, IÂ?m sinkinÂ? below Till I face myself IÂ?m letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself |