I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...

I'm a tortured man,
seen demons and devils.
I'm a forgotten man,
ain't no room for me in heaven.

I can barely stand,
but I stand to prove I'm strong.
I drift in with the wind,
like a legend or a lone song.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

I travel the uncharted path,
dragging my skeletons along.
My skin is cracked, I can't turn back,
the road is where I belong.

I come 'cross towns once in awhile,
the people stare at my scars.
They don't know who I really am,
or that I've traveled far.

But there was this town I stopped in,
to get a drink of water.
The bartender, she gave me a glance,
I said, "honey, don't even bother."

She waltzed over, like a princess,
and asked me my name.
I smiled and let her inside,
like an animal, I was tamed.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

My demons were dead and I was free,
she released me from my chains.
But inside my heart, I can't help but feel,
an everlasting pain.

Years go by and I grow old,
but our love never ages.
We settled down in a small town,
far from hate and sin.

But in the night, I wake in pain,
skeletons surround our bed.
I see the demons in the night,
but I know they're in my head.

I think of her and of our love,
but nothing can make me forget.
I'm a sinner, a tortured man,
a man with nothing left.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

And so I walk,
the lonely road,
all alone,
a tortured soul.

And I think,
of the night,
when I killed,
the love of my life.

Crying ******* the side of the road,
a broken girl and nothing more.
A tainted soul, unguided *****.
A broken girl and nothing more.

Homeless man begging for some change,
a homeless making minimum wage.
****** his life and threw it all away,
for a ***** white in some nice lingerie.


Tattooed man behind cold steel bars,
thought he'd get away with stealing cars.
Looks like he didn't get too far,
another ****** ******* up our tax dollar!

Drugged up man on the beaches of L.A.,
took his life and threw it all away,
for used needles and a little *******,
thought addiction was a game he could win, what a shame.

**** it all and throw it away,
looking for life in all the wrong places.
I will admit though, just this one time,
their life sure sounds more interesting than mine.

There's a silence in the air,
a breeze that's cold and fair.
Lurking shadows stop and stare.

They cower from the light,
from the fluorescent moon, so bright.
I hear them speaking but no one's there.

The mind tries to deceive,
when it can't believe.
We know to look but we don't know where.

Figures in the night,
some almost out of sight.
They screech and cry in the frost bit air.

I wait inside my room,
inside my poorly lit tomb.
Sitting in my electric chair.

I sit and wait all night,
for something I can't find.
Sanity is out there, but where?