15.The Drowning Years
This is the life of a woman with demons
The first time we met I was sure she was steaming
This is my life, this is my life, what a life
Life isn't precious and life isn't sacred
Sometimes release only comes
When you meet death
A night of reprieve we were wrecked
When we slept in the park
When we woke in the morning you cried
Could I squeeze out the dark
Destroy the noises that make all the voices
Get them out of my head
Bring on the screaming and I'll take your demons
Now that I'm all already dead
Days of release when she almost felt better
Gradually faded and words couldn't get her
Where is the light, where is the light, get the light
Fearless and clear all her doubts had been cast off
Last night alive is a nightmare I'm part of
Dreams are a lie, dreams are a lie, so am I
If that's all there is then I might as well get in the fire
Destroy the noises that make all the voices
Get them out of my head
Bring on the screaming and I'll take your demons
Now that I'm already dead
Oh, how the rights of the righteous kept coming
Shining before like the day
I stand before them and cried that you're dying your way
I'm still not sure if the right and the wrong side is one
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