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Eight Years (Prison)
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Bullet Therapy, as the name implies, is a musical and lyrical exercise in rational self interest, rational self preservation. It is, first and foremost, a means of continuing recovery for four individuals suffering from major psychological disturbances and severe addictions of one form or another. Bullet Therapy is but one of several processes we employ to remain "normal." As anyone who suffers from such disturbances or addictions can attest, part of the recovery process involves a need to share and help not only ourselves, but to share and help others find answers to issues that remain unresolved within their lives. So, in a very real sense, an ancillary benefit of Bullet Therapy is to assist our brothers and sisters out there who are still searching. Bullet Therapy is a journey into the heart of darkness. Bullet Therapy is a freefall into the deepest pit. Bullet Therapy is a pathway to wellness. Bullet Therapy is a light at the end of the tunnel. It may be of assistance, it may not. It is the process of trying that is important. It is the process of not giving up that sustains us. Now feel free to take our hands into and out of the darkness...
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Genre
Metal Heavy Metal
Charts
Peak #527
Peak in subgenre #176
Author
Dee, Charlie, Steve
Rights
2005
Uploaded
August 05, 2005
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MP3 5.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Trapped in this place for eight years of disgrace I am wondering what I can do Lies of salvation that bring my damnation And tightens the hand of my doom These chains that bind me where no one can find me My tortured soul won't be let go My senses long for the right from the wrong To feel life like I used to know No scams to trick it or needles to prick it An angel too bright to deceive Thoughts that are spinning behind insane grinning Mere daydreams for my mind to weave Demented screaming disrupting my dreaming The teardrops are falling like rain I run but fall--I'm attached to this wall And can't drag the ball and chain Nobody guards me--I sit and grieve The key is within my reach but I can never leave Lines in the walls made when afternoon falls Mark all my hours of pain Lines in my spine that were scratched from behind More when the night falls again Nothing to do except suffer the moods That sprang from the seeds I have sown Cling to the hope I won't swing from a rope Someday soon I'll be let go
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