I just drowned,
Finding myself to the middle,
Never mind the common sense,
The taste’s about to take,
When it’s under crumbling walls,
Who says itâ
Or receive the golden letter,
That explains the way to live, the way to go,
Keeps you from bouncing off the walls,
I’m looking for something, do you
Mercy,
In the midst of controversy,
And fuel within,
Between the shots we take to save,
Our face when we’re alone,
Everyone, has their hands over their