Passing Ends
I feel like all my friends are dead
And all my hero's dead
It's the bastard in me that did them all in
The skeletons have added up in my closet
Every bridge is burned
And suddenly there's nothing left
Now suddenly I'm dead
Who's to blame?
Me or my dead beat friends?
I'd take them blame if I could get them back
Either way, it's all the same when we're passing ends
In my closet
Every bridge is burned
And suddenly there's nothing left
Now suddenly I'm dead
