13 January 2009

I'll Swallow Poison


until I grow immune

1 kommentarer:

Igor said...

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way, through one more day in... hell.

How Much Difference Does It Make
How Much Difference Does It Make

I will hold the candle, till it burns up my arm
I'll keep taking punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction and I won't change my mind

How Much Difference Does It Make
How Much Difference Does It Make

I'll swallow poison until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room