Silver - Machine Head

Yes, I hold some keys of gold

A cigarrette, a silver bullet

Angels crying day and night

The world is our stage

Look inside and try and find the part of me that tore

I wish I knew what I got through Behind…

Take my hand across this land

Escape this, all the hell inside

Create this man to make my stand

And break this hardened shell inside

I see the man in me The lines along my face are drawn in I believe reflections bleed

The sorrows of the souls

Let me know the hurt that shows

And wish it all away

Cos now you’ll see all this pain in me collide…

Take my hand across this land

Escape this all the hell inside

Create this man to make my stand

And break this hardened shell in…

I see the walls around me fall around me And everything’s alright

I see the god amoung me fall amoung me And everything’s beside

I see the walls around you, tie and bound you

Drown cos you’re so cold.

Cold.

Cold.

Take my hand across this land

Escape this all the hell inside

Create this man to make my stand

And Break this hardened shell inside

So take my hand and cross this land

And Break this hardned shell in, hardened shell in, hardened shell inside…