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