Jan 21, 2005 22:15
These remains are from my last night,
When i brought my knife to a gun fight,
When all life is in the barrel of a gun,
The future may not hold the new day’s sun.
As the blood drips from chest to ground,
The world grows quite till not a sound,
The road behind is short and gone,
It fades to black as i sing this song.
Stick to yourself and hold your head high,
like the setting sun we must all die,
And rise again to a new day's dawn,
With all the troubles and sorrows long gone,
on my knees and in my blood,
That gushes out like a raging flood,
My time has passed and my world has too,
Without my heart theres not much i can do,
Stick to yourself and hold your head high,
like the setting sun we must all die,
And rise again to a new day's dawn,
With all the troubles and sorrows long gone,
My killers passed and my knife stained red,
I use all my strenght to hold up my head,
With my last breath, "Goodbye my friend,"
With a sigh of relief it does come to an end,
Stick to yourself and hold your head high,
like the setting sun we must all die,
And rise again to a new day's dawn,
With all the troubles and sorrows long gone.