In an act of desperation, he put a gun to his head
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In his mind confusion, nothing but delusion,
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thinking he was better off dead
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No one to be his savior, from the vises he made
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Voices callin' to him, left his life in ruins,
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drugs have led his mind astray
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God, don't you hear me? God, don't you care?
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Cause if you did, my friend,
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you wouldn't leave me hangin' on this way
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Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air
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I'm in the middle of a nasty situation
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that is leading me on nowhere
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I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care
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You got me down on my knees
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and I'm praying and I gotta know you're really out there
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The second hand is ticking, time moves ahead
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Feel the shadows breathing,
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whispering and seething, dealing inside my head
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A Candle flame before me, flickers in dance
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As I sit here praying,
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hoping that I'm swaying the Gods of second chance
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All cry to heaven, all cry for truth
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And while we wait for lights and thunder,
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the devil is on the loose
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Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air
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I'm in the middle of a nasty situation
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that is leading me on nowhere
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I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care
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You got me down on my knees and I'm praying
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and I gotta know you're really out there
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Gods Of Second Chance
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Metal Church |