Breakin in the Gun
Everything¹s moving backwards
It¹s been that way for so long
When all my cries like butterflies
Drift slowly away
I can¹t relate to no one
Sifting through all my so called friends
Ain¹t what I like to do
But give or take my wreckage past
Dies slowly away
And now the battle¹s begun
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, I¹m sinkin¹ below
Till I face myself
I¹m letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself
Nevermind all the pity
I rattle on all the snakes I knew
I chewed the bone, got critisizes
And hid all the pain
Beneath it all I still face the same face
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, I¹m sinkin¹ below
Till I face myself
I¹m letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself
Black promises, black promises
Face down in a hole, I¹m sinkin¹ below
Till I face myself
I¹m letting go, so on with the show
Till I face myself