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(Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate)
Waiting for the feeling to subside.
Paranoid, I melt into myself
They say Iım to reach inside and find
the broken part of my machinery.
Psychoanalyze the chapters
on the path to my darkest day.
Searching for the answers,
all I see is Damage through the haze.
Picking up the pieces of my life
with no direction for re-assembly.
The one that lays beside me
is sharing scars of my broken yesterdays.
Will tomorrow find me hypnotized ? Crying ?
Mother Mary in control, domineering stranglehold
sowing destructive seeds
for the scavengers to feed.
Driving the nail into my head,
memory flows like a river
With the one that lays beside me
Iım healing scars from my childhood memories.
Tomorrow finally found me.
Iım hypnotized. Iım trying ...
to understand the chapters
of the path from my darkest day.
Searching the answers
but thereıs Damage !
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