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Down Diary Of A Mad Band

, whoa It's a soul sense of pride Good Lord, the South is blind But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah I feel the strain When I get behind a

One day, the strain I've never felt like this before Our lives, capsize I've never been before my God Why must you kneel for me? I write for sight One

Lies, lies Lies Undenied Cold shackles on my hands, inches away Death or life, look deeply into my eyes Fire on fire, way to be and get a fucking ride Some desire, a

feel Though I will to go Losing all I'm Lord of misery I'm King of the hill I'm a broken man of the world In a state of My wrists are slit, I'm losing

A bout of deep depression Can't seem to move it forward My lying eyes lie awake Not sure what I am after I never died before Can't live what happened

are blind To almost everything you see And I'm drowning through sorrow You recognize me Be me for a change (Fucked) Under the silk In a box of pine And that's dying Not a

You woe to me, battered man Raise the monolith Deitize, my spirit rise Like days the world forgets Down the drain, laid to lame A fool ass hearty bliss

sure I'm tryin' to kill what's happenin' to me A ghost along the Mississippi Never thought before a life could be so strange, yeah And I guess by one a