I stand here in cold silence,
My head throbs,
It pounds,
Im trapped in this asylum,
With monsters all around,
I run,
I climb,
I jump,
I fall,
My exits there are none at all,
The rythm of my heartbeat seems as a frantic mothers call,
I scream,
I cry,
I call for help,
From birth to death and back again,
My world once more will start to spin,
My sanity now has again grown thin.
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Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana,
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
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