Texty: Accept. Blood of the Nations. Kill the Pain.

A shadow in an empty doorway... Call your name but no reply
I still see your face... but there's no trace
Photographs... no good bye
Seems like I must be dreaming... but it's all here in black and white

A hollow, lost and empty feeling
They say all wounds are healed in time
But I feel worn... and somehow unborn
Every day's an uphill climb
Hanging on just for tomorrow... but I find it hard to see the light

I'm just looking for something... to kill the pain tonight



Yeah we're all looking for something... to kill the pain tonight
Come on, we're all looking for something... to kill the pain tonight