Friendly Fire
In My Coma
I shot a fried, I shot a friend in deed. The smoke clears and I feel the shells beneath my feet, My one way ticket out, my one way trip deep down. Where are we now? Deep in the thick of it, I fail.
I shot a fried, I shot a friend in deed. The smoke clears and I feel the shells beneath my feet, My one way ticket out, my one way trip deep down. Where are we now? Deep in the thick of it, I fail.