shelf Now I feel alive As I'm no longer by myself Oh, by my world Black Pearl Forever my world Black Pearl Oh, by my world Black Pearl Forever my world Black
In this garden full of good Lies a garden full of evil Awaits strange, bizarre Unusual people Here is where Tripping and nobody cares Here is where The
Tired of this done with that Never satisfied with where I'm at I sit and think what to do Just a motherfuckin' bore without a clue Shot my drugs drank
Out of touch, you're out of time Left alone, yourself to find Bound and chained by your silence, things to be known If it awakens just where, where will
Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I question whether I can take much more You may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah No more afters
[Incomprehensible] You leave me hanging high Lost my sense to confide Blanks, confused and empty Yet overcome with a relieving sigh Silence, deafening
Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing
Have all you are and all you're to be Fade in your world and all that you see This hole in the wall, is under your thumb Dulling your senses 'til you
Yeah, yeah Alone in the garden And all that would be Alone in the garden Your thought would set you free Nowhere to draw water And if you could, it would
, what do we do? Jesus, can you hear us screaming up above? Lord, I guess we were just born to You, lookin' at me Forever hurt, forever bleed It ain't black
Two, three, four I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't got no more Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is always near, now
I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need Your guiding hand If I'm to make it back, oh, make it back Back, back, back,
Lay to rest, bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at
: Tired Of This Done With That Never Satisfied With Where I'm At I Sit And Think What To Do Just A Motherfuckin' Bore Without A Clue Shot My
: The Dust Distorts The Sound Last one Left in This God forsaken Town Tarnished All Your Memories Your Smile's A Front At Best As You Stare Out The
: I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back..
: Come, Take My Hand Let Us Walk For A While Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For The Peddlers Of Death Come Calling One More Time Bearing
: Out of touch You're out of time Left alone Yourself to find Bound & chained by your silence Things to be known If it awakens, Just Where.. Where
