Hallow One - Home In The Zone

Well, you can call me because I may be crazy
For no one will ever hire. No one will ever have as a renter
These feet slowly wander
Weak down the street

Hunting
Trash to make shelter
Hunting. Hunting
Kill the pain of hunger

Drugs to live through the doom
Not feeling the gloom
This body is filthy, feeling sore
Pains of hunger and pains of chore

Pains of abandonment, the pain of yours
Pains of being the whore
For a chance to live just one day more
Then death comes like an angel

Finally free to feel mercy
Then nothing more

Written by:
Brian Mehaffey

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