it happens every time
every time i try to do what's right the devils standing to the right
it just ain't right
look to the left
i could have guessed
no angels left
they must have left
without a sound
without a fight
always hiding in the light
suffocated in the darkness
now im coming by the night
pockets packed with dynamite
blasting off, we're out of sight
im so sick and fucking tired
every minute
every mile
every time i didn't smile
still it seems
that my dreams
they may never ever stop
came from underneath the bottom
now im standing at the top
and now im never going back

© Mizry