Sour Times - Confessor

We Are in — Sour Times

We Are in — Sour Times

The hole is open and the maggots call me in

So easy to give up and dive in

But the tide will lead me to my bridge

With the answer I know, with the

Answer I Know to jump in

Sour times is soaking up my soul

Closer to the edge of that hole

Sour times

The’re many wars to fight, way past

The front lines

Behind the scene there’s much to hide

Ghosts from the past, wrap their

Sheets on my mind

Friendship and sin, which have died

Sour times is soaking up my soul

Closer to the edge of that hole

Sour times is soaking up my soul

All hope is gone I’m Loosing control

I’m not the person I used To be