• Death has got me in a vice grip, it won't let go
    And it wants me to see whats inside
    Everthing that I hide
    And all the things I've thrown away to the broken side

    So how can I escape something thats so close
    to me, but yet so far away.
    How does it leak thruogh when I kept it much at bay
    How will I survive when everyone wants me to die, and all I do is sigh
    If I were a bird would I fly
    Or get shot out of the sky

    The truth causes hurt, and the lies some regret
    Both have been experienced
    Both I will not forget
    Who will show me the right way
    And where the landmines lay
    Cause one wrong step and all I've earned and lost
    Will be blown away