In 1997 The Bullet Was Shy

SORE

Sinful recognition in my life
Goes without no one
Goes when those foes gone

When my ignorance is biting those friends will not fall down
But time was surely found me
I do refuse to be abused by the sickening conclusion
The deafening delusion
Of life that once I've known
Of life that once might have grown

By now resolution is engine
failed for my own game
Game for all to shame
Well I do refuse to be abused by the sickening conlclusion
The deafening delusion
Of life that once I've known
Of life that once might have grown