Black Label Society

Have all you are and all you're to be
Fade in your world and all that you see
This hole in the wall, all is under your thumb
Dulling your senses until you become
Until you become
I gotta run
I just gotta run
Cought in a world where
you could never run too fast
To finally reach
The Beginning...
...At Last
Dismantling comfort of those you surround