House Arrest

Cruel Hand

I've been doing so much time inside my mind.
My head is my cell behind the bars of my eyes.
Tomorrow has a bitter fucking taste.
Don't try to tell me that I'm not alone, because I've been throwing rocks and nobody's home.

I've been doing so much time inside my mind.
My head is my cell behind the bars of my eyes.
Tomorrow has a bitter fucking taste.
Don't try to tell me that I'm not alone, because I've been throwing rocks and nobody's home.

Tomorrow has a bitter fucking taste.
Don't try to tell me that I'm not alone, because I've been throwing rocks and nobody's home.

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