Quarter Inch Jack

Wretched
I spent some time just thinking About the things you're feeling Bitter tears from cold eyes Take some time to realize In the white of your eyes I see myself Dragging your precious soul straight to hell Deep within my mind that's where you hide Rid myself of all this wretched pride A selfless image on a tree Conquered death, no more to bleed If you die before I wake Who will come your soul to take From Letras Mania