The Drowning Years

This is the life of a woman with demons First time we met I was sure she was steamin' This is my life This is my life What a life Life isn't precious, and life isn't sacred Sometimes release only comes when you meet death Night of reprieve We were wrecked when we slept in the park When we work in the morning You cried could I squeeze out the dawn Destroy the noises That make all the voices And get them out of my head Bring on the screaming And I'll take your demons Now that I'm already dead Days of release when she almost felt better Gradually faded and words couldn't get her Where is the light Where is the light Get the light Fearless and clear all her doubts had been cast off Last night alive is a nightmare I'm part of Dreams are a lie Dreams are a lie So am I If that's all there is Then I might as well get in the fire Destroy the noises That make all the voices And get them out of my head Bring on the screaming And I'll take your demons Now that I'm already dead Oh how the rights of the righteous kept coming Shining before like the day I stand before them and cried that you're dying Your way I'm still not sure If the right and the wrong side is one I'm still not sure If the right and the wrong side is one I'm still not sure If the right and the wrong side is one I'm still not sure If the right and the wrong side is one