My pain is indescribable
Poor old me
My head feels like a steam machine
Limbs of steel
My wallets empty, I am broke
I want to scream
This must come to an end
Cross my heart my friend
But in a week I will be lying here like Dead Again
Whiskey, wine and drafted beer
Never, no more
A pitch-black anguish strangles me
Theres no cure
This must come to an end...
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
