Sebastian Bach

Waiting for.
For the battle cry.
I took you into hell.
Step aside.
Now I know.
Lost souls looking dead.
Without anything & nothing to say.
Angel Down
Angel Down from the barrel of a gun.
I don't feel the same today.
This soothing makes me very afraid.
Paint your eyes and bite your tongue.
Fake lies I can't hear ya.
Wrapped in lies, bathed in truth.
If I could see, I'd see nothing.