Shadows Of Vanity

Hell Within

Re-iginite the fires I'm set to burn
 They stack the odds at every turn
 So drop another needle
 Get your head a little clearer
 Lipstick stains on your cocaine mirror
 Hold it in
 A bitter taste
 Spit it out
 You've got to run while you can
 Restraint thrown to the wind
 Never an escape for those who play this game
 Suffice to say If you sell your soul to the man in black
 Then surely you must know his name
 One more shot
 One more line
 One more fix and I'll be fine
 My god, I've got a gun against my head
 A rusted blade to file
 Draws a bitter sting
 For failures taste is far too plain
 Temptations just an alley length away
 You'll kick a thousand times today
 Hold it in
 A bitter taste
 Spit it out
 You've got to run while you can
 Restraint thrown to the wind
 Never a chance you could win
 An epitaph of lust, excess
 Dreams turn to death
 A once wide-eyed starlet
 Buried ghost white harlot
 One more shot
 One more line
 One more fix and I'll be fine
 My God, I've got a gun against my head
 We are the peddlers of flesh
 Buying dreams but selling death
 I'd like to watch it all burn down
 It's going to kill you
 It's going to kill me
 In vanity we see how small we are
 The hand glides across the wall
 Broken nails fit a broken doll
 Rope burns across he neck
 Refection shattered as her fist went through it
 They like to criticize you
 Ask for help?
 They'll deny you
 Just once I'd like to turn the tide
 The killer dwells inside me
 It's begging to be set free
 Concrete and steel won't hold me down