No Shame

• Defeater
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Another day when the sun ain’t shining

Another night with the bottle I drown in

Still hoping, still waiting

Still breathing by a thread, still holding on

To my demons

To every dying wish I’ve had of us leaving

This old ghost town

Still dragging us down

To pull you out of this hell you’ve been living in

With the needle

And every dying wish I’ve had that you would clean up

Your ups and let downs pulling me underground

With every tired lie you tell just to fill your arm

You thin your veins with the dirt

With the hurt

With the memories and the pain

Still hoping, still waiting

Still breathing by a thread, still holding on

And I lost my faith in your god

In your word

In every promise that you break

So I walk the same way home each night

To find that back-alley pusher and take his life

And I ain’t ashamed for what I’ve done

I’ll take an eye for an eye until every junkie is blind

The river bed holds the blood and the knife

And I ain’t ashamed for what I’ve done

I took his eye as a prize

The man who laid with my wife

Lays at the bottom of that river where the sun never shines

Still holding on

Another day when the sun ain’t shining

Another night with the bottle I drown in

Still hoping, still waiting

Still breathing by a thread, still holding on

Still holding on

Still hoping, still waiting

Still breathing by a thread, still holding on