Bugs In Amber - All My Friends lyrics

All my friends have dwindled down to counting the fingers on my one hand

it's so hard to tell,

What is real who is who and where they've been

and what they plan on taking from me in the end.

All I am reflection and a product of what I've seen

and what may have happened to me,

All I've learned taking on the habits from choices of two stories I'll

Write down my own.

Random sermons I maybe tried to listen to too well

Making lifetimes full of promises from what I understood.

Afraid of a name - or book of reason for outcasts to -take on some shame.

For nothing more than moral fists shoved down their throats

Submission to a way of life

Random sermons taken much to heavily can fan

Just enough fuel for a fire burn a martyr for the cause

Afraid of a name - or book of reason for outcasts accepting some shame

Invisible strong arm of one subconscious under-lying bill of right

Wrong or right

Arms length too short to measure around another neck stand off

We go on just depending on our own regard for life.