MUSIC LOST ITS MEANING
MORE DRUGS OR THEY WONT WORK
MY LOVED ONES KEEP ON DYING
AND WE WALLOW IN OUR HURT

LYRICS JUST DONT MEAN THE SAME
SMOKING WEED'S NOT STOPPING THE PAIN
CLOSE SAD EYES THERES NO MORE TO GAIN
NOT AMOUNT OF LOVE CAN BRING YOU HOME
WHEN ITS GONE ITS GONE AND YOUR MORE ALONE

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
MARK THE GRAVE
THE RAINS BEEN POURING
WE'RE TRYING TO BE BRAVE
BROKEN HEARTS SCATTERED AROUND
DYING ROSE PETALS LITTER THE GROUND

A TINY SEED THAT WE PLANT
AS WE DO OUR MOURNING DANCE
BURY THE BOX IN OUR HURT IN THE DIRT
LIFE CARRIES ON AND WE TRY TO MAKE IT WORK

BUT THE ANGEL OF DEATH WILL COME AGAIN
TAKING AND STEALING AND WHO KNOWS WHEN?
BLOOD ON THE GROUND LIKE A WORK OF ART
LOST ANOTHER PIECE OF MY PATCHWORK HEART