(1967-2002)
My pain is self-chosen... At least so the prophet says, I could either burn,Or cut off my pride and buy some time, A head full of lies is the weight,Tied to my waist, The river of deceit pulls down,The only direction we flow is down, Down, oh down... My pain is self-chosen, At least I believe it to be, I could either drown, Or pull off my skin and swim to shore, Now I can grow a beautiful, Shell for all to see, The river of deceit pulls downThe only direction we flow is down... Down, oh down.
Layne Staley
(1967-200?)
(1967-200?)
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My pain is Self-chosen...
Down, oh! down.
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