A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.
It's not dark yet But it's getting there
I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now. From the back pages
God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.
I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.
Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?