Meltdown

Bruce Dickinson

Hey you wait... cringing in the dark

you create what you always fear

a puppet of hatred dishing out poison

you use me, for bait, your begging bowl of lies

chain letters of snivelling compromise

I can smell the difference... your truth and your fiction

you and your twisted convictions



were you my friend when I belonged?

were you my friend when I was strong?

were you my friend when I was weak?

were you my friend when I was crawling calling... out of my head?



cold, like your blood the snake is always cool (cool)

when things get tough

you slither on the ground

you cover up your tracks when I'm around

it's over now my friend

your dog has got its day

it's payback time, or what you had to say

you're stuck with the life you made

stuck with the plans you made

stuck with everything you are