Come on In

A sense a smell a moving field, Of loss and grief and disbelief Brave new child new floods of hate, Downward spiral of life and death Caress the hero and abort the rest, Behind walls of sins and hate A new found pleasure of pain and relief, In 40 feet of mud and blood So come on in Just come on in So come on in Into the black, the black hole of my soul So come on in Just come on in So come on in There is no light, in the end of the tunnel So come on in Just come on in So come on in Into the black, the black hole of my soul So come on in Just come on in So come on in There is no light, in the end of the tunnel