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Memories of shadows haunt me.
From the years when i was young.
Things that used to terrify me.
Are the things that i´ve become.

There´s a dark moon in the clouds.
Misty fog in the swamp.
Crickets chirpin outside my window.
The water thumps-in the bathroom sink down the hall.

The lights flicker sometimes.
The wind is howling the dogs
are growling way deep in the pines.
A passin car on the distant road-the only thing running.

Nightmares in my sleep-the sandman is coming.
I see the ghost in the red cloak-the shadows are taking shape.
The sound of a faint voice-lost and full of hate.
Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the reaper.

The limbs tap on my window- like the nails of a creature.
Tales of goblins and fairies-a sacrifice on zhe prairie.
A murderer that escaped-i´m disillusioned and weary.
Lightning strikes on the hill-illuminating the cabin.

The old man on the porch-evil and quietly laughing.
Surrounded by demons.
I´m an angel and they all want me.
And to this day.

Memories of shadows haunt me.
From the years when i was young.
Things that used to terrify me.
Are the things that i´ve become.

Cigarette butts and oil stains on the dying grass.
The smell of the liwuor-rising up from the broken glass.
The crowdn of black leather-the heat from the engines.
Motorcycles and goons-bearded men and loud women.

The cracklin paint-the old shack witch swingn light.
The heroin needles passin-open in plain sight.
Ozzy and black Sabbath-the vinyl is skippin.
From the fight in the kitchen.

Blood screamin and kickin-smoke fills up the sky.
Gasoline on the trash heap.
The mattress is burnin-i heart it poppin and snapping.
The rain seaked teddy bear-so heavy i can´t lift it.

The flask for the moonshine-i watch as they all spi it.
The halloween pumpkin candle lit a pentagram.
The grandfather clock-with a broken minute hand.
Surrounded by thieves killers thugs and some junkies
And to this day.

Memories of shadows haunt me.
From the years when i was young.
Things that used to terrify me.
Are the things that i´ve become.

I throw on my leather ajcket-a collection of biker patches.
One of them says savage-the other one black Sabbath.
Heavily tatted-barely any skin left.
Whiskey bent after twelve-i´m always playing with death.

Bullet shells in my yard-loaded gun on the shelf.
Run the roads like a wolf-through the whole bible belt.
Rattlesnake skin boots-toes up on the chopper.
Fifty harleys behind me-they all ready to slauighter.

Drunk in front of ym sons-drunk in front of my daughter.
Spit cuss and i yell-it´s like a one-sides quarter.
Cause i´m only heads up-no matter whuch way you flip it.

No brake lights in my life-i´m either rich or evicted.
Committed to my convictions-committed crimes with the quitters.
Connected to my religion-the relligion of sinners.
Send a preyer to god-exhaling smoke off the meth pipe.

Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life.
So here i am standing just like the ashes that fell from the fire.
A seed that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower.
Became my own nightmare-but now i think it´s charming.
Especially when.

Memories of shadows haunt me.
From the years when i was young.
Things that used to terrify me.
Are the things that i´ve become.

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