Bella Morte One Thousand Days
I have heard it all before
One million words are worth a dead man's mind
Night turns to light and still the story goes
Silence is golden, talk is pale and cold
I tried to fight one thousand days and nights
I know my mind keeps slipping away
And so it goes another high so low
I know my mind keeps slipping away
Can't be happening again
Only one thing left for me to do
One bullet left for me or you
From two to one and one to none
To turn the screw
