Queensryche

(Geoff Tate/Michael Wilton)
I looked back once
And aall I saw was his face
Smiling, the needle crying
Walking out of his room
With mirrors, afraid I heard him scream
You'll never get away
Cold and shaking
I crawled down alleys to try
To scrape away the tracks that marked me
Slammed my face into waalls of concrete
I stared, amazed at the words written on the wall
CHORUS
Don't ever trust