3.Salt in the Wound
I want to disappear
Far from the folks I know
I want to get an answer
To why I was even born
No one here can tell me
What's been haunting me all my life
Well this rat race has left me limping
Cause I balanced on the edge of the edge of the knife
Why am I here？ Oh what should I do？
Well is this the point I'm trying to prove？
If there's a god in my head
Then there's a devil too
How can I tell the difference
When they both claim to be true
Maybe God is God
Maybe the Devil is me
Well I just throw my chains on
And tell myself that I'm free
Chains - are they really there？
Is this just in my head？
Well I'll just stay in bed
Life sure has its meaning
Over years I have postured the sun
Thieves and preachers robbed me
For many hat that I've hung
Now with my heart wide open
I listen to the wind just for a word
Sure, I know it's futile
But that's all I have in this world
To look down from the hill
And howl at the moon
All the tears I cried never salted any wounds
Well the earth is so tender and cruel
Well if you're not there it's still so beautiful
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