written by Shelby Lynne, Bill Botrell and Roger Fritz)



Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb

lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room

wipe away the blood from a tormented brow

solve the wicked problem never asking how



Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom

count the waves of water don't remember forgot them

taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream

opening an ear to a painful silent scream



Oh life is bad

Oh no, worst I ever had



Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones

tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone

holding onto a wind that chases the hell

fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well



Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword

speak with an eloquence never saying a word

look into the clarity then erase it with the muck

lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck



To being a beginner, to inventing the end

to livin' with a strangler never a friend

saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound

ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground