Can't Happen Here

Stabbing Westward

Late last night I tripped in

violent shades of green

1000 voiceless faces were chasing me

I ran through the air as thick as glue

Through night as black as hate my spirit fled

Through branches filled with thorns

my eyes bled and bled

How could I ever hope to win this race

When everytime I close my eyes I see your face

It just can't happen here (repeat)