Saint
The Key
Cursing 55, the last of summer days
The tension lets; the fury flies anger has its way
Oh relentless one He won’t let me go
He knew me then and knows me now
And knows there’s nowhere else to go
Do ya trust Me
Are ya hearing Me
Ya got away
Ya gotta see that I’m here bleeding
Running fast and hard to spin the roulette wheel
Rebellions set no rees or rhyme in it for the thrill
Oh conviction nears He’s pounding down the door
He knew me then He knows me now
When I don’t know what’s up for sure
Do ya trust Me
Are ya hearing Me
Ya got a way,
Or will you bite the hand that’s feeds you
Do ya trust Me
Are ya hearing Me
I made a Way,
Ya gotta see that I’m the Key
From Letras Mania