Where To Lay My Head?I could live in the city Where the lights are pretty And wager my past For a bright, new castWhere To Lay My Head?
Have fun on the town Until the moon goes down And doing things that are new Like enjoying the grand view
Or I could stay in the sticks Hang with hicks And never see what life has to offer
Lay on a car Stare at a star And wish I made the right choice
I know I'll regret If I don't get my feet wet In the new pool before me
But if the city doesn't care And the country is left bare Then where am I left to lay
Picking My PoisonWounds that cannot mend Wondering how life will end In this tragic storyPicking My Poison
Bullet to the head And I’d be dead But that would be too easy
Stab in the heart Would create the start Of my very end
Slash on the wrist Creating a fist And my life will slowly flow away
An eighteen story drop From the very top Would send me flying skyward
I could pop a few pills That will cure what ills Plus some other problems
Or I could live until I’m old That would certainly be bold So God take me when you’r
NecromancerA dead soul Lies in this hole A shell A personal hell Of what he once wasNecromancer
A sloth lives here In constant fear Of how the world perceives him
But he will be reborn Free of the scorn Held toward himself
Rise from the ground Your new life is found I hold it in my hand
It is yours to take A new life to make I am the Necromancer
Picture on the ShelfIf I were alone I'd stare at the phone And wonder who to call.Picture on the Shelf
I'd sit in my chair And wonder who's there To catch me when I fall.
And the more I realize I'm staring into your eyes And I'm not by myself.
But the image of you Isn't really true You're just a picture on my shelf.
