Testo I'm Coming Home

Hold The left armrest for my new throne
Found my god numbed out on methoadone
Ruin what I find I'm coming Home
Closer comes the rush so let it roll

Walk behind you fast as a machine
Introduce you someone you may seek
A timeless replay a temple of memories Sicker than the rest will ever be

Seeked myself and found something to show
Greed and hatred poison on my soul
Drown the die hard fan in alcohol
Closer comes the rush so let it roll