Grief

I hear your step
With your boot
Squeeze the trigger
In your revolver
And ibe dead

In your head
Guilty have
Control
In your soul

So grief (grief,grief,grief)
And grief (grief,grief,grief)

I hear your step
With your boot
Squeeze the trigger
In your revolver
And ibe dead

In your head
Guilty have
Control
In your soul

So grief (grief,grief,grief)
And grief (grief,grief,grief)