The Drowning Years

This is the life of a woman with demons

First time we met I was sure she was steamin'

This is my life

This is my life

What a life

Life isn't precious, and life isn't sacred

Sometimes release only comes when you meet death

Night of reprieve

We were wrecked when we slept in the park

When we work in the morning

You cried could I squeeze out the dawn

Destroy the noises

That make all the voices

And get them out of my head

Bring on the screaming

And I'll take your demons

Now that I'm already dead

Days of release when she almost felt better

Gradually faded and words couldn't get her

Where is the light

Where is the light

Get the light

Fearless and clear all her doubts had been cast off

Last night alive is a nightmare I'm part of

Dreams are a lie

Dreams are a lie

So am I

If that's all there is

Then I might as well get in the fire

Destroy the noises

That make all the voices

And get them out of my head

Bring on the screaming

And I'll take your demons

Now that I'm already dead

Oh how the rights of the righteous kept coming

Shining before like the day

I stand before them and cried that you're dying

Your way

I'm still not sure

If the right and the wrong side is one

I'm still not sure

If the right and the wrong side is one

I'm still not sure

If the right and the wrong side is one

I'm still not sure

If the right and the wrong side is one