Prisoner from Remaining Days by Aaron Stoquert

Stay behind lock doors tonight
The moon has a mind of it's own
Cradle swing, sleep, close your eyes
Ideas of you decay in my mind

Put the light back into my eyes
Try to bring me back to life
Prayers you give only leave me here
Alone with myself to fear

Whoa not here
Whoa my dear
I'm looking no further than...

Whoa not here
Whoa my dear
It tastes just like I feared...

Bring the night to a screaming stop
Hold me until I drop
Stay right here until the morning breaks
Forget all the sounds they make

Stop your looking at me now
Drag me until your body gives out
Throw me six feet into your dreams
I'll be here until you scream

• DIY
• Rock
• New York