Текст песни Wrecking Ball Nights - Phil Campbell

Well I got Just enough to get me
Through the evening,
This is wondrous stuff it really kills the feeling
I got Empty plastic bags with crumbled mixtures
I Dug dirty trenches with my little finger
I get stormy mondays when I need a weekend
I write Mail for Money then I add my new friends
I keep breaking contact through my indecision
A need for silent coffees when I need affection
Wrecking ball nights
They keep wrecking my days oh
And my heart is breaking for the plans we made
And I don't know if I'm alive
And I don't know if I'm dead
That wrecking ball It swings just above my head

I get early warnings That I keep ignoring
I Feel my blood is bubbling
And my heart is Racing
But I just keep going
Cause I need to do this
There's no room for weakness
There's no alternative
Wrecking ball nights
They keep wrecking my days you know
And my heart is breaking for the plans we made
And I don't know if I'm alive
And I don't know if I'm dead
That wrecking ball
It swings just above my head

Well I stand surrounded by my fellow jurors
We're all In the pocket of the prosecutor
We got no compasion for the innocent ones
The time is gone for justice bring the lambs to slaughter

Wrecking ball nights.
They keep wrecking my day
And my heart is breaking, my heart is aching
I don't know if I'm alive
And I don't know if I'm dead
That wrecking ball
Oh but that wrecking ball
Oh but that wrecking ball
Keeps swinging just above my head, just above my head
And I don't know if I'm alive
And I don't know if I'm dead
That wrecking ball
It swings