Ben Moody Too Far Left To Go
Lost count of the days
We were strong
There’s just me now
Fight through the haze
Night comes fast
The pain can last much longer
Have I lost my way
Or have I been
At last forgotten
All I see is gray
Is this land as dead as I am?
Chorus:
I’m so cold
Now the fear is taking hold
And I’m just too far left to go
Should I pray to die?
Or are the words as pointless as the fight?
Can I sleep tonight?
The stains of guilt
They fade like blood in time
The merciful
But there’s no heaven for us my friend
Chorus
And I feel nothing for those who fall by my hand
Beneath this skin
A broken man
And nothing more
