Diary
I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around
Well I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday, she passed by
Well my love for her has taken such a long time to die.
Well, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist.
I'm twenty miles out of town, Cold Irons bound.
Well, the walls of pride, well they're high and they're wide
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
Slaughter
I'm the guide of the lost
I'm the friend of the weak
From underneath the cowl
I'm staring at your soul
I see it black, I see it small
I feel the weight of the sins you haul
I'm the trusting friend you need
You're the open book I read
I'm here to save you
I see you sail night and day
On a sea where the waves
Always force you back
It won't take me more than one strike
To release your soul from the cares of life
I'm your guide through the night
Through the night to the light
I see you sink deeper down
In an ocean of pain
Always force them down
You shouldn't be afraid
I'm your everlasting mate
Always force you down
A voice pierces your ears
My words enter your brain