was planted in my brain . Still remains . Within the sound of silence. . In restless dreams I walked alone . Narrow streets of cobblestone. neath thehalo of a street lamp. I turned my collar to the
remains. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. 'Neath thehalo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were
, yeah A sinister kid, is a kid who. Runs to meet his maker. A drop dead sprint from the day he's born. Straight into his makers arms And that's me, that's me. The boy with the broken halo. That's me
a head ache from hell, where’s the bottle?. Let me top back up to normal. I’ll fight the fear before it takes me under. . I don’t paint that picture; I am not your angel. I don’t wear no halo