3rd Strike
Taste Of Suicide
Tears fall down the window...
Another lonely night
Staring down a barrel...
A loaded .45
And who are my friends today...
Juts a face in this masquerade
Well I'm in love with nothing
A taste of suicide...

It burns me to the ground...
It rules me with a frown...

Save my soul... not again
All that's dead inside you
Face my fault like a friend
Oh no... I wish I never met you
Raised on this apathy
That's in the air
Save my soul... not again

I've seen the end...

Faces in the mirror
Of a tired man
Longing for the freedom
Waiting in my hand
And what would my mother say
When they lower me in the grave
I'm in love with nothing
A taste of suicide...
It burns me to the ground...
It rules me with a frown...

Save my soul... not again
All that's dead inside you
Face my fault like a friend
Oh no... I wish I never met you
Raised on insanity
That's in the air
Save my soul... not again

I've seen... I won't...
I'll wake above the fire
(to see now in her dreams)
Life's over a lonely night, I won't...
I fear the silent cries
(feel this way again)
Cold chill through the wily night, I won't...
Be brave day to day now kid
(see another way)
I don't... fear to see the end...