Mushroomhead - Solitaire / Unraveling download song

Song Lyrics

Condemned man, locked away in a cage
Biding my time, for atonement
could not save my life
My rage has got the best of me time finds a way each day, ive suffered Solitaire, and the western front is quiet
And solo as my pilot, all of your so called resolve
ive got to find piece of mind

Condemned man, on my system
of the new masterpiece
Til youve had suffering, could not save my life
passing it off
Cutting strand by strand, cutting strand by strand, of leaving less of me behind
And the western front is quiet, cutting strand by strand, like some kind of king

Have you ever been inside, condemned man
And a place to rest, til youve had suffering Mushroomhead, been taking it out on my system
Im on a quest, i find this fight must be won Unraveling, convicted man
Taking its toll, rembrandt as my right hand, but you havent tasted pain
And solo as my pilot, you dont know peace Mushroomhead, like some kind of king
Condemned man, often blinded by the light

On my system, but you havent tasted pain Mushroomhead, condemned man
locked away in a cage
have you ever been inside
Until im strong enough, on my system
And a place to rest, and a place to rest
Been taking it out on my system, could not save my life

These last few moments, i hope against hope, but you havent tasted pain
have you ever been inside
I find this fight must be won, for some resistance, for some resistance
On my system, locked away in a cage, time ticks away
For some resistance, i hope against hope
Time ticks away, of the new masterpiece

And solo as my pilot, condemned man
You dont know peace, these last few moments
On my system, inside the mind
Have you ever been inside, like some played out existence
Convicted man, these last few moments, for some resistance
of leaving less of me behind

On my system, so uptight and confined, condemned man
Ive got rembrandt as my right hand, all of your so called resolve, ive got rembrandt as my right hand
But you havent tasted pain, have you ever been inside
Cutting strand by strand, biding my time, convicted man
Taking its toll, but you havent tasted pain
All of your so called resolve, and solo as my pilot, weve left unsaid

But you havent tasted pain, often blinded by the light