Bad Cold

The family tree has poison leaves
Words can kill. words have weight
Wicked smiles with sharpened teeth
Violence isn't just for fists
Violence is a knife that twists
You see shadows, I see light
It's not my fault. But nothing's right
Furniture's broken on the floor
Shaky hands reach for the door
The family tree has poison leaves
The cynics laugh with sharpened teeth
I try to breathe with cancer lungs
I try to scream (with a silver tongue)
I'm just left waiting
One of these days
Just wait
Words can kill. Words have weight
Yeah... just you wait
The prophets are frozen
The losers have chosen
With voices so broken
No one listens
One of these days



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Singer
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