OBEY THE TROOPER - Guilt Trip

Still in love with the same girl
Still at war with the same world
Til the gallows my dear
Heard it was nice this time of year
Deep down south I was born to fear
To the devil my dear
White curtains white walls
Morphine and fentanyl
Hell in a hospital
Drowning in a lake of fire flames are gonna take me higher
Higher than I've ever been never coming down again
Sitting waiting hoping that I'm fine
Don't believe those thoughts that cross your mind
I think I'm running out of time
How long before I'm just another name on a stone
Buried by my best friend how can I blame him
It was just his time to go home
Cause I've been there with a gun to my head
Thought that you'd be better off if I left
I know that it was all bull shit I felt bad and just dope sick
We were both sick
Sitting waiting hoping that I'm fine
Don't believe those thoughts that cross your mind
I think I've been there with a gun to my head
You'd be better off if I left
I know that it was all bull shit I felt bad and just dope sick
We were both sick

Written by:
Jon Warren, Stephen Kennedy

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