(Jerry Cantrell)
Mind, of destructive taste
I choose…to stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase
Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle crumbles with time…
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime
CHORUS
You opened fire…and your mark was true
You opened fire…aim my smilin’ skull at you
You opened fire…
I live tomorrow, you I’ll not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow
Lines cut across my face
Why you laugh at my disgrace
I’ll never know
How far to go
To reach that place
CHORUS
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