Changing Days
Soft Kill
I feel I've lost my passion
The hope for changing days
I fear that I am passing
Away the time in vain
I need a trip to somewhere
Outside of the chain
Wrapped around me pulling
I'm losing hold again
I'm losing hold again
The deal ain't worth the cash in
The monies stained in blood
I crawled on through the marshes
Up to my neck in mud
I bleed for nothing no more
My veins and heart are gone
They said I'd never make it
They surely were not wrong
They surely were not wrong
