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lyrics
I try not to smoke too much at all no more
or deepen wrinkles that I got from weathered days or from my birth
the bags beneath my eyes are slowly gaining aging mirth,
I feel them cut the lungs that once upon a time were steel
But Son, down tougher roads sometimes they were my only meal
My rampant days are shattered now, I try to take it slow
this love of life’s been empty too for years or so, I know,
with a look exchanged it breaks my mind my body’s wasting,
the labored fruits been rotting through, they aren’t even worth tasting
I try my eyes to sharpen some and let my instincts kick,
but time has taken everything I loved right from my grip
I don’t ask for pity, sure as Hell don’t ask for praise,
But as my steps are falling shorter, I fear so are my days,
And at the peak of stronger lies a weakened awful truth,
That my savage life is over, and my youth has died with you
Old friends all worn left me behind to shoot straight down to the other side
with salty teeth and swelling throat, god bless the few that hailed the goat
who took the time to walk away, and leave me with a hopeless phrase
I wish I don’t cross that divide, or fix my grip on a pale horse ride
Ghost unholy lead the way, don’t leave all doubt to take the reigns
to seize up tight the endless strain, or soften sweat above my veins
my fading guise will mimic death, with open arms just like the rest
someday far off I know I’ll die, and roam to taste the banshee’s cry
When I was born I’s black and blue, of course my mother somehow knew,
that I’d be whisked up by the shrew, and fated with a lonesome view
that somber dust won’t finish all, but scar the wounds ordained to Saul
I don’t ask for pity, sure as Hell don’t ask for praise,
But as my steps are falling shorter, I fear so are my days
And at the peak of stronger lies a weakened awful truth,
That my savage life is over, and my youth has died with you
I know that I’m not built to last, or to escape a burdened past,
but as the light of dawn has cast, hope may not be forsaken
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