Monks of Doom
Save Me from Myself
When your final last exit comes home to haunt youI'm feeling like I never felt beforeI've surrounded myself with loose poets and creaturesAnd I feel like I don't need anything moreWon't you please save me from myselfI'm not scared of anyone elseLife creates havocAnd as luck would have itI'm tired of living in hellWhen your final last exit comes home to haunt youAnd your visions of excess have all gone to seedWell I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking'Cause decisions I make have no way of keepingWon't you please save me from myselfI'm not scared of anyone elseLife creates havocAnd as luck would have itI'm tired of living in hell
From Letras Mania