7:50 AM
Saturday, January 3, 2009
And the children are all sleeping tonight
They don't know what's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen
Well you're my psychedelic drug,
All my wrongs feel so right
Now i wonder why i feel so empty,
feel so used up.
And i'm falling through this dark abyss
I'm tearing apart
Killing all my senses
You will be my fading hope.
And i'm trying to escape,
But death is looking for me,
You will be my apocalypse.