Metal Church

When everythings coming up roses
The thorns will still leave scars on my hands
Just pour me a scotch and a soda
I'll get drunk and I'll act like a man
I gotta get some of that magic
I hear the voices calling
A song I dare not trust
And all my sleepless dreaming
It all turns into dust
I stopped all the screaming and crying
And yet I still don't understand
When all that you live for is dying
An hourglass empty of sand
I gotta be someone less tragic