June 20, 2016

Lyrics

I don't feel a thing
Walking on hot coals
No sensitivity in a fog of war
Try to unwind
To enjoy the good life
But the pressure that I hold
On my shoulders goes
...
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
Nowadays you're supposed to talk
Problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old -fashioned
Strong and silent type
...
What they didn't know is once you get us in
Touch with our feelings
You would never hear the end
Once you pull the pin
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
If I set you free, If I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want
...
Even a broken clock
Is right twice a day
Even a busted lock
Can keep a thief away

He's not the type and soldiers
Don't go to hell
It's a place reserved for the
Twisted and evil
Now you ask how I'm feeling
I told you then
You're gonna torture me slowly with it
...
I am falling behind

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