Donny Brook Grey Sketch Of Red
Shames guilty scars have carved my face
I wish I could scream but my breath is asleep
The troublemaker drove my being off a cliff
And I don't remember if I looked before my leap
Glass revolver shooting liquid ammunition
Oh, I lost sight of that which determines
Poion tongue led by a focused whiskey eye
My heart is sick, is sick and my skin is uncomfortable(repeat chorus#1)
Oh, I lost sight of that which determines
Oh, spreading like a flood suffocating reason
Lost in webbing spun by the spider of truth
Oh, I lost sight of that which determines
Oh, oh the thinning air resembles my patience(repeat chorus#1)
Poison tongue led by a focused whiskey eye
My heart is bleeding venom and my skin is uncomfortable
