Uploaded March 2009 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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From the 1993 album
"183.85"

Sludge Metal in the Style of Crowbar

Isolation, Im trapped up and afraid
Outside world, how can trust be made?
So many sides to see, so many lies
Take down my guard and find Im knocked down every time

No risk, No chance, that I have to take
Cant sit back and dig a lonely grave
No need for games, I bring you no harm
Spare me your lies

Nothing gained, but all is lost
I cant get a hold of my life
You control my fate...

I feel I have no meaning
My thoughts are growing cold
Dreams of joy and gladness
Remain as I grow old