Hiding in a Song

Honey I'm a hider I never ever show my hell You know I'm not a fighter Keep my gun pointing at myself I've been thinking real hard now 'Bout all that you had to say It got real black and nasty I want to feel elastic I close my eyes Put the music real loud It's the only way I know To ride this storm out You can cry until the break of dawn Keep screaming 'til your pretty voice is gone I'm hiding in a song Will we ever go back? Back to heaven's gate Where one and all are dead right Never carry their own weight I've been thinking real hard now 'Bout all that you had to say I claim to be elastic Snap... Nasty