Christopher Minor - The Watchful

The sober minded and the watchful
They said my lover was the DEVIL in disguise
So one night I tried to drown her
I watched in horror as she came back to life

So she rounded up the children
Burnt down their houses while their parents were inside
Now the streets are filled with orphans
Forced me to watch them as they struggled to survive

Now the preachers read in empty churches
The politicians selling drugs to stay alive
I isolate myself in DARKNESS
The taste of poison's on my lips and on my mind

Let's help the addicts end their MISERY
And tell them that they don't need wings to fly
Watch the naïve jump off of buildings
They wonder why, they wonder why

They wonder why, they wonder why

You turned me into a KILLER
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a KILLER
Dismembered memories left underground
This chamber's loaded, one more round for you

One more round for you

Look what you've done to me
Locked away but I'll break free
This padded room's no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be home

You turned me into a KILLER
Collecting bodies in the lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you
You turned me into a KILLER
Dismembered memories left underground
This chamber's loaded, one more round for you

We're all lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you
We're all lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you
We're all lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you
We're all lost and found
The chamber's loaded, one more round for you

Look what you've done to me
Locked away but I'll break free
This padded room is no home, you'll see
You used to be home, you used to be
You used to be home, you used to be

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