david gray
flat out i'm running
through walls of concrete
far from my spirit
a lifetime of hate
it shown on our faces
a million years
screeching and yelling
don't hear no sound
blue light of heaven
rising up from the ground
the fear coming over
the death taking hold of me
preparing my face
for the gates of eternity
yeah
fastening my ankles
strapping my wrists
taking my someplace
where pain don't exist
like frost on the branches now
like foam on the surf
there's nothing i
there's nothing i'm worth
shown on our faces