I've got more style,
I've got more taste...
As I walked down these dark streets,
A chill ran down my spine...
She let her hair lose in the wind,
And everyone would watch her...
Slaughtered; In a constant daze,
How the hell did she end up like this...
I stumbled upon twisted lips of deceit,
eyes black and empty, heart of concrete...
I'm sitting alone in the dark,
waiting for you...
With this power at my fingertips i could do right
you wish me to be good, let kindness burn bright...
As the merciful melodies of 12 clock ticks,
The night screamed, silently...
***Back in the 70's .. a movie was made , adapted...
-Johnny Got His Gun...
I wanna be in your arms
please take the pain away...
To the darkness I succumb
The dreams they still will come...
I'm breaking and shaking
I see darkness in the making...