Hush now don't you cry Wipe away the teardrop from your eye You're lying safe in bed It was all a bad dream Spinning in your head Your mind tricked you
I awoke on impact Under surveillance from the camera eye Searching high and low The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime Handcuffed and blind
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They told me to run But just how far Can I go wearing the black mask of fear? The hate in my eyes always gives me away The tension building slowly Now
Empty room today and here I sit Chalk outline upon the wall I remember tracing it A thousand times, oh, the night she died Why? Why? There's no sleep
They've given me a mission I don't really know the game yet I'm bent on submission Religion is to blame I'm the new messiah Death Angel with a gun Dangerous
10 p.m. I feel the rain coming down My face feels the wet My mind the storm Flashing lights as people race To find shelter from the pour Moving silent
She always brings me what I need Without I beg and sweat and bleed When we're alone at night And waiting for the call, she feeds my skin Sixteen and
All alone now Except for the memories Of what we had and what we knew Everytime I try to leave it behind me I see something that reminds me of you Every
"I've had enough and I want out!" "You can't walk away now." I looked back once And all I saw was his face Smiling, the needle crying Walking out of
Cries from the aisles The tolling of the judgment bell Eyes watched the violence The absence of those who have seen Marks the faith of the spell Cold
It just takes a minute And you'll feel no pain Gotta make something of your life boy Give me one more vein You've come to see the doctor 'Cause I'll
Anybody home? Mary? Even in death You still look sad Don't leave me Don't leave me here I want what you feel Believe me, turn the current on
Industry Standard Hospital Noise Telephone please. Dr. Davis, telephone please *door open and close* Dr. Blaire, Dr. Blaire, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J.
In the wooden chair Beside my window I wear a face born in the falling rain I talk to shadows from a lonely candle Recite the phrases from the wall I
For a price I'd do anything Except pull the trigger For that I need a pretty good cause Then I heard of Dr. X The man with the cure Just watch the television
I trace what's left of my cold steel...as it twitches. Apply the tourniquet tight. Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life. I see at least
Hey, I'm okay. Another day, another nightmare begins. And the sound that I hear is the relentless firing in my head. Shifting gear in the driver's seat
