Your murdering my God, in the midst of all this pain. Driving stakes right through his wrists, but keep it to yourself and dont tell a soul. Is it obvious
a trance Oh it's hell to believe there ain't a hell of a chance I woke beneath a clear blue sky The sun a shout the breeze a sigh My old hometown
into a trance Oh it?s hell to believe there ain?t a hell of a chance I woke beneath a clear blue sky The sun a shout the breeze a sigh My old hometown