The Watchful
The sober minded and the watchful
They said my lover was the devil in disguise
So one night I tried to drown her
I watched in horror as she came back to life
So she rounded up the children
Burnt down their houses while their parents were inside
Now the streets are filled with orphans
Forced me to watch them as they struggled to survive
Now preachers read in empty churches
The politician's selling drugs to stay alive
I isolate myself in darkness
The taste of poison's on my lips and on my mind
"Lets help the addicts end their misery"
And tell them that they don't need wings to fly
Watch the naive jump off of buildings
They wonder why, they wonder why
You turned me into a killer
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chambers loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a killer
Dismembered memories left under ground
This chambers loaded, one more round for you
(One more round for you)
Look what you've done to me
Locked away, but I'll break free
This padded rooms no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be
You turned me into a killer
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chambers loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a killer
Dismembered memories left under ground
This chambers loaded, one more round for you
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You've turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
Look what you've done to me
Locked away, but I'll break free
This padded rooms no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be
You used be home
You used to be
They said my lover was the devil in disguise
So one night I tried to drown her
I watched in horror as she came back to life
So she rounded up the children
Burnt down their houses while their parents were inside
Now the streets are filled with orphans
Forced me to watch them as they struggled to survive
Now preachers read in empty churches
The politician's selling drugs to stay alive
I isolate myself in darkness
The taste of poison's on my lips and on my mind
"Lets help the addicts end their misery"
And tell them that they don't need wings to fly
Watch the naive jump off of buildings
They wonder why, they wonder why
You turned me into a killer
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chambers loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a killer
Dismembered memories left under ground
This chambers loaded, one more round for you
(One more round for you)
Look what you've done to me
Locked away, but I'll break free
This padded rooms no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be
You turned me into a killer
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chambers loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a killer
Dismembered memories left under ground
This chambers loaded, one more round for you
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You've turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
We're all lost and found
(The chambers loaded one more round for me)
(You turned me into a killer)
Look what you've done to me
Locked away, but I'll break free
This padded rooms no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be
You used be home
You used to be
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Writer(s): Christopher Minor Ii Ciardiello
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