No Relief
Defeater - Letters Home
The words could hardly leave my mouth
"How did I make it out alive?"
I lose the same sleep every night
"How did I make it out alive?"
My stomach sank to the floor
I knew this day would come
Until the aching will stop
Until you pull that rig out of your arm
And the pain that we've seen
And that same man was told
"No matter where we may roam
You forget what you know of
Because your home ain't never home"
My stomach sank to the floor
I knew this day would come
Until the aching will stop
Until you pull that rig out of your arm
Until the aching will stop