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Written by Jerry Cantrell
I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse this gift
And hope you never know
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Chalking up my dead friends
And loved ones long gone
I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse my gift
And hope you never know
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Thinking 'bout my dead friends
Whose voices ring on