Every time I go, theyíre there.
I canít escape the
glare, their stare.
When they attack, theyíre always in packs
And I wish I could just disappear.
The little devil drags me along
to see them singing some happy song.
I know that itís all a lie, so I try
To run so that I can live a life that is long.
That place is so weird!
I once saw a woman with a beard,
But try as I do to avoid them through
My footsteps they always can hear!
I wish I could just be brave
And stand up like I wasnít afraid,
But I canít and I wonít. Though I try, but I donít
Really think that my statement was made
-Blood Staind Soul-