Monks Of Doom Save Me From Myself
When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
I'm feeling like I never felt before
I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures
And I feel like I don't need anything more
Won't you please save me from myself
I'm not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc and as luck would have it
I'm tired of living in hell
When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
And your visions of excess have all gone to seed
Well, I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking
Hence decisions I make have no way of keeping
Won't you please save me from myself
I'm not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc and as luck would have it
I'm tired of living in hell
