Backstreets where the angels no longer weep
I can see by the nails in their feet
I’m so unsafe
Can’t speak, the screaming is tearing my skin
The vision is closing me in
And so I’ll wait
Back out and I beg to differ but I can
Hear your trigger pull back
I slam into the pavement and crack
But I can and I will and I won’t let them see
They think they have won but it’s my cup of tea
They have sat at the table and spoken to me
To me
Never, it sounds surreal
Prayer, if you can feel
Maybe, I’m sure I’m right… maybe
Two hands, the pain and doubt
Relapse, no way out
Oh why can’t I be free
No I can’t see the way out
Make me an offer I just can’t refuse
Blow the candle and light up the fuse
Take cover, now take over
Fucked off and I see that you’re feeling relaxed
Another shot another hot bath
You’re playing clean, I’m getting smacked
Blackout and you fail to signal but I can
Feel you setting your traps
The bait is set, your story intact
But I can’t and I won’t and I will let you see
You think you have won but it’s my victory
You have sat at the table and spoken to me
To me
Treasure, you found it well
Pressure, I’ve been through hell
Maybe, you know I’m right… maybe
Two hands, the pain and doubt
Relapse, no way out
Oh why can’t I be free
No I can’t see the way out