Grey Daze

Puncture me, make me feel like I am real Torture me, drag me under you Tide, lifts me up and down Tide, makes me shut up Life, is much too short to be intoxicated Life, is much too short to be a drag Please treat me like I am a fallen angel Suppress

I'll be waiting With a song in my soul A fortunate weakling Which I have foretold He raises his arms tied Above the opressed Singing this sweet song His melody openes up the sun Freedom rained God has come The rivers of blood Pushed back in my veins

Just like heroin It can't be me, bring us to our passage Show me my new skin So I can see what I've let in Standing here My thoughts low And sound hard to understand None can ever bring anyone to see It's my time to fade Dying on the floor See myself

Let me tell you 'bout myself Some say I've got a bad attitude Some say I've got nothing else Some say I have a lot to prove Let me tell you 'bout myself I'll do whatever you want I'll do what you ask me to But I won't do what you tell me to do No Str

I'm a whore And I'm feeling Sorry for myself In your arms I am drowning Like the child I was I need more Can you help me? Feed my soul, come and kill me It's calling, calling, calling, calling me! Endless skies falling freely Down upon my head So muc