Shadows of Defeat - Good Riddance

These walls keep closing in

I’m just a mannequin

Whoa!

it’s time to go

Don’t come too close to me

I can’t find no space to breath

Whoa!

it’s time to go

My touch the kiss of death

More sick with every breath

I just can’t seem to slow it down now

Why line up to conform

Why wear a uniform to grow old and die

In this same fucking town

Obsessed with misery

Life holds no joy for me

Whoa!

it’s time to go

No colors only gray

I die a little everyday

Whoa!

it’s time to go

My touch the kiss of death

More sick with every breath

I just can’t seem to slow it down now

Why line up to conform

Why wear a uniform to grow old and die

In this same fucking town

I’m born wrong too dead to feel

Wake up it’s all to real

Whoa!

it’s time to go

Switched off there’s no more pain

Padded walls I’m half insane

Whoa!

it’s time to go

My touch the kiss of death

More sick with every breath

I just can’t seem to slow it down now

Why line up to conform

Why wear a uniform to grow old and die

In this same fucking town