cold nights
Winter days be hold
Sicker than the insane
We drink our problems away
Misfits
They praise my mind
For the thoughts
Dark black corners
Look not
Into the darkness
Little light
Stars of my dreams
Our hearts are on clouds of smoke
Money is the cry
Closing to the end
Oh it's too late
We're a ruin
You laugh at our
infidelities
Liquor on the tongue
God bless our nations
War of the mind
Don't put out the soul
