cow boy killers I smoke death sticks by the packs Jesus asks for repentance there's a bible collecting dust next to empty whiskey bottles on the night stand I drink them by the fiths love is a double edged sword that cuts deep the cuts heal the scars never will it brings me to my knees like a rose plucked from its home torn off pedals plucked from its stem she loves me she loves me not pedals hitting hollowed ground blowing away in a cold autumn midnight breeze I'm running for distance in and out of bars refilling numbing the felling numbing the pain reframing the scars gripping ape hanger handle bars face in the breeze heels on the highway bars on a v twin engine pushing it to it's limit as the radio plays against the wind following the white lines as they glow riding the lighting becoming comber some comfortably numb hot water is boiling the kettle is on taking shots of holy water with Satan debating Jesus he keeps asking for repentance I'm on the highway to hell racing for distance praying with everything I've got trying to hold on and let go knocking on heavens door I think he is deaf he's not answering the door for me lost on the highway my knuckles are soar a vagabond trying to escape Babylon searching for Avalon I can't knock any more on a fast pace race running out of leeway ran out of leeway at the end of the road out of breath can't breathe praying for Jesus to guide my way I thank he's deaf he doesn't hear me drowning I can't breath hollowed sounds between my ears he doesn't reply to me lost my self out there on the dusty roads of life trying to find my self out there on dusty roads with twist and bends trying to escape Babylon searching for Avalon following the white lines as they glow praying to be saved I thank he's deaf he ignores me it's heaven and hell trying to escape Babylon searching for Avalon
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