Scoundrel Days (WAYD)

was thet somebody screaming... it wasn´t me for sure i lift my head up from uneasy pillows put my feet on the floor cut my wirst on a bad thought and head for the door outside on the pavement the dark makes noise i can feel the sweet on my lips leaking into my mouth i´m heading out for the steep hills they´re leaving me no choise... and see...as our lives are in the making we believe through the lies and hating that love goes free through scoundrel days and see... for what of an option i run the wind round i dream picture of houses burning never knowing nothing else to do with death comes the morning unannounced and new with death comes the morning unannounced and new scoundrel days... was it too much to ask for to pull a little weight they forgive anything but greatness these are scoundrel days... and see...as our lives are in the making we believe through the lies and hating that love goes free through scoundrel days and i´m close to calling out their names as pride hits my face i reached the edge of town i´ve got blood in my hair their hands touch my body from everywhere but i know that i´ve made it as i run into air