Machine Head

Yes, I hold some keys of gold
A cigarrette, a silver bullet
Angels crying day and night
The world is our stage
Look inside and try and find the part of me that tore
I wish I knew what I got through Behind...
Take my hand across this land
Escape this, all the hell inside
Create this man to make my stand
And break this hardened shell inside
I see the man in me
The lines along my face are drawn in
I believe reflections bleed
The sorrows of the souls
Let me know the hurt that shows
And wish it all away
Cos now you'll see all this pain in me collide...