Everybodys talking about death that creeps
Television breaking every code of ethics
My mind is distracted and Im running around
My heart is pounding to the killing sound
Please keep my soul
I feel its growing cold
Heroin is cheap and all too accessible
The streets are filled with people who beg who beg who beg
Im not an angel or a saint from the skies
The air is filled with darkness and its blinding my eyes
Please keep my soul
I feel its growing cold
Theres more to life than my eye can see
Theres got a glimpse of eternity
Theres more to life than my eye can see
Deep in the dirt I found my redemption
