you must be crazy or could it be true that your memory s been so unkind so tired and lazy you never could search for the things that you wanted to find bound by a fear of a knife in your back the look on your face says you re starting to crack you re putting it down to a dent in your pride but the misery s sticking to you like a thorn in your side can t face the demons cause there s not a demon would want to be snared in your eyes so you say you re leaving and you pack up your bags and you paint on a whole new disguise out of the door like a fox on the hunt there s fire in your eyes someone s gonna get burnt you re looking for somewhere to lay down and hide cause the misery s sticking to you like a thorn in your side bound by a fear of a knife in your back the look on your face says your starting to crack you re putting it down to a dent in your pride but the misery s sticking to you yeah yeah yeah out of the door like a fox on the hunt there s fire in your eyes someone s gonna get burnt you re looking for somewhere to lay down and hide cause the misery s sticking to you like a thorn in your side you burn bridges by doing it all for the sake of a little respect you cut the stitches by giving it all to the heart of a little black egg bound to the cross by the nails in your hand your looking for someone you might understand carrying on like your spirit has died cause the misery s sticking to you like a thorn in your side
['doom metal', 'psychedelic doom', 'retro metal', 'space rock', 'stoner metal', 'stoner rock', 'uk doom metal', 'uk stoner rock']