Carry myself down the same old road/Retrace the steps that i painted so long ago
And now it's back that familiar cold/Forward is the only way or so i'm told
Making my way with nothing to prove/Don't want no sympathy cause i have none to show
Cause these chains are mine to drag alone.
Just another spirit dying out slow/On the verge of breaking, about to explode.
Execution; this noose around my neck/Pulling tighter; keeping me in check.
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Night Shift”
an acquintace once told me at a manon meurt concert that he could write a computer program capable of generating dozens of songs that sound just like the band. well, good luck at that, pal! meanwhile, i'll stick to this beauty that transports me into shoegaze heaven every time i hear it. Don Armadillo