you've took the bullets saving thy brothers. and there it is. in no ones land. when pain and anger is evident at a glance. when Living in an old house with new even spirits. Wicked, with your guitar and slow hands; Sick and all teared up blasphemy and ill advised news floating like wasps. all in your mind circling like some roulette, white smoke in the air. all entangled when you breathe in your dreams, in despair. the end getting nearer no one cares