Story Of... — текст песни (Edgewater)

Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize

You smell of smoke with your dirty clothes

We`re all afraid of your twelve-step stage

You lose control and you won`t let go

You say we`re weak, but you can`t even speak

You scream your words and they don`t flow

Your killer rage feels so much pain

You`re one last tick of a time bomb

And I`ll someday I will



Bleed the story of

The times you took from me

And I will bleed the story of

The youth you wasted me



I finalize that one last time I`ve gone away and found my home

You feel ashamed for the life you claim

We`ve said goodbye and you`re all alone

You compromise with the letters you write

But ink is dry and we`re way too strong

You give a rose for the stones you`ve thrown

And that`s a shame `cause you`re to late



And I run on, run on, run on, run on out

`Cause I don`t want to be that way

Running from the things I`ve seen running from the name of shame



My silver eyes with my brand new life

The memory stays as I go on

And all the seams that were ripped from me have bound their strands

And I`ll do no harm

And someday I`ll find a way to trade that pain

And all that`s wrong about a man who raised his hand

And I can`t get that out my head



[Thanks to inqufan@yahoo.com for these lyrics]