Storms

They carved my name on the bar front door

I was young

Afraid to seek more

Close my eyes on this violent night

I’m still here

Dead and alive

Time doesn’t slow

The blood in my hands

What you’ve got to show

And who are your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends

For black paint says nobody cares

That I once yearned

Yeah, I’m falling away

That I’m a slave human demon

And my demons are dead

Excuses to stay, and my demons, my friends

So find me, find me

Send an angel

Time doesn’t slow

The wall don’t have hands

What you’ve got to show

And who are your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends

Your friends, your friends