I never thought I'd live to tell this tale today
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Not in my wildest dreams could I predict in anyway
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Just a social misfit with nothing much to do
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At least I've had my interests
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'Cos now my life is through
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And everything is getting darker now
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I hope I can escape it some how, some how
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I can't see the lights outside
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I can't seem to run and hide
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Prisoner of something, but I can't quite make it out
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It casts a shadow on my thoughts
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And leaves no trace of doubt
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I feel the urge to break
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To make a brand new start
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But then I loose my mind, it's tearing me apart
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Well here it comes again
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I can feel it taking hold
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Well here it comes again
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Now the devil's got my soul
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Trace Of Doubt
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| The Living End |
