She made you feel like never before,
yet the girl is only a festering soar.
You thought she was the best of the best,
but that was in the dark I guess.

In the daylight you can see her scars,
she's looking for someone to share her prison bars.
Now you feel the vile in your throat.
Maybe you shouldn't have sown those wild oats.

She's every bad decision you've ever made.
Now all of your dreams are fading away.
Don't you dare ask her for some pity.
She's just another soul in this dying city.

Last night seems only just a dream,
but reality hits and you want to scream.
This is not a life for the broken hearted.
This is YOUR life and it just started.

I dream of days when warfare fades
and men put down their blades.
And the ghost of war that came before
lay silent in their graves.

The television again assaults my senses.
Yet all this technology forms a comfortable distance.
There is no need to do the division,
the world was polled, and here's your decision.
I feel I need some personal attention,
But all I get is some kind of technician.

Late one night, I took a path
through woods I did not know.
A quicker way, it was I found
to get me to my home.

Dark that night, without a light,
the woods gave up strange sounds.
The shadows of the trees, they seemed
to move across the ground.

I walked a little faster.
My home I longed to see.
But then I heard an eerie howl,
and run I did indeed.

I bumped into some bushes,
I ran into the trees,
The only thought twas in my head
was pray my feet to flee.

My nerves they were a jumpin'
in trees I was a bumpin.
In my chest my heart was thumpin,
when I fell over somthin.

I lay there just a moment,
when two eyes did I see.
No faster man you'll ever be,
than I that night would be.

On my feet I quickly jumped.
My home I now could see.
Then I reached into my pocket
and I fumbled for the key.

Something from the woods I heard,
what horror can this be.
With key in door, I turn to see
my old dog run up to me.

I am not now who I was before.
When I was young I knew the score.
To me there was just black or white.
But now I know what's worth the fight.

I've learned that things aren't what they seem.
The *** on the street is not really a fiend.
He was not always drunken on *****;
After all is that the life you would choose?

It pains me to think that I was so sure
of how life should be; everything pure.
But people are not made of brick,
and sometimes life can make you sick.

In youth you do not know it, it is something you must learn.
You see life is full of secrets, and this one you must earn.
You see children, life is sometimes only grey,
And in the end, we are all made of the same clay.

Heaven was busy today.
Twenty-eight were killed, they say.
Hearts were broken today.
Twenty were children, they say.
For all of them we pray.
The President cried today.
What else is there to say.
What else is there to say.

OH LORD, OH LORD.
How can this be.
I get home to be assaulted by my TV.
OH LORD, OH LORD
They are only children.
This can't be happening, not again.
OH LORD, OH LORD
The children, the children.
Oh Lord the children.
What have they done?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The parents, the parents.
Oh Lord the parents.
Told to go home without their children.
OH LORD, OH LORD,
The shooter, the shooter.
A torn up soul. A torn up soul?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The horror, the horror.
What's to happen.
OH LORD, OH LORD
OH LORD, What's to happen now?
And the President cries.