Once I had Illusions (part 2)
Sometimes I feel there's no blood in my veins
Sometimes I feel there's no blood in my veins
Sometimes I feel there's no blood in my veins
Poison in my lungs and a wasteland in my brain
Oh, sometimes I feel no ground beneath my feet
Oh, sometime I feel no ground beneath my feet
Yeah, sometime I feel no ground beneath my feet
My spirit ain't flying, my spirit's asleep
Oh, sometimes no sky rest on the land
Oh, sometime no sky rest on the land
Oh, sometime no sky rest on the land
Got food in my hand and hate in my heart
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
It's dark in the kitchen and death in the hall
Sometimes I wonder what will become of me
Sometimes I wonder what will become of me
Oh, sometimes I wonder what will become of me
There's no one and nothing can set me free
No, no
Had I feel living, feel like I can crawl
Had I feel living, feel like I can crawl
And now I've lived, feel like I can crawl
Come in through the door
There's no more nothing
There's dead men hanging on every tree
There's dead men hanging on every tree
Oh, the dead men hanging on every tree
And you know that they all look a lot like me, oh
Once I had illusions and I was proud
Once I had illusions and I was proud
Once I had illusions and I was proud
But now I know making noise
Even when it's shadowed out
There's no one, nothing can save me
No, no, no, no!
Sometimes I feel there's no blood in my veins
Sometimes I feel there's no blood in my veins
Poison in my lungs and a wasteland in my brain
Oh, sometimes I feel no ground beneath my feet
Oh, sometime I feel no ground beneath my feet
Yeah, sometime I feel no ground beneath my feet
My spirit ain't flying, my spirit's asleep
Oh, sometimes no sky rest on the land
Oh, sometime no sky rest on the land
Oh, sometime no sky rest on the land
Got food in my hand and hate in my heart
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
Sometimes there's no one to pray to at all
It's dark in the kitchen and death in the hall
Sometimes I wonder what will become of me
Sometimes I wonder what will become of me
Oh, sometimes I wonder what will become of me
There's no one and nothing can set me free
No, no
Had I feel living, feel like I can crawl
Had I feel living, feel like I can crawl
And now I've lived, feel like I can crawl
Come in through the door
There's no more nothing
There's dead men hanging on every tree
There's dead men hanging on every tree
Oh, the dead men hanging on every tree
And you know that they all look a lot like me, oh
Once I had illusions and I was proud
Once I had illusions and I was proud
Once I had illusions and I was proud
But now I know making noise
Even when it's shadowed out
There's no one, nothing can save me
No, no, no, no!
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Writer(s): Arthur Brown, Rik Patten
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