Q

Sometimes the wind blows through me
She chills me to the bone

But I'm here, still here,
The sky holds the souls
Of a thousand torn life's

What's left? Nothing but nothing
Would the arms of the lord
Reach down and lift me home?
No

I'm past dreaming here I will lie
In the womb of destruction

White lights dart across the sky
No Angels will they be
Just Devils seeking blood
And me

I am the Last man in the womb of destruction
I cuddle my gun like a found child
She cannot save me now,
Or can she?

I am Last man in the womb of destruction