The Spiral - Hell Within

A writhing sleep

A waiting gun

A black premonition

A crow to follow home

So here we are again

The fork carved in the road

White knuckles grip the wheel

A full liquor tank set to blow

I’m not afraid

I don’t give a fuck if I live or die

I just want to see twisted metal

The broken glass shards right through my eyes

For salvation a bullet ride

Not a stained glass prison of lies

Are you afraid?

You can’t make it home

The crack fa