When love is closed Where sleep protests and prayers hang from your lips Forlornly I gaze at blackened bars above my head My view...

My hand holds a glass the amber fluid that takes my life My thoughts turn to depair feeding grounds for looking back At a life wasted My...

A man lays down his life for a pack of cards Another pack is dealt Dealing a chance at life, a gun appears My gun drinks blood as eyes...

We are given to this earth and we are taken away Our innocence is prayed upon us and uniforms are given out to little boys and older men...