Diseased

The hands are pointing north as the city sleeps Time is on my side Because god decided he would let me be When the need to survive exceeds the walls of your mind The devil lives vicariously through your eyes He guides your hand. He guides your hand.

He lays his head down This seems to be the only thing he can't ignore Everyone else around him is yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs He has the worst of headaches he can't think straight. He's searching frantically for the dollars he nee