Lines Formed On My Face & Hands
there's a passion burning from deep inside a desire for blood in my thirst quenched soul things in life are getting way out of control each of us goes through certain phases all where looking for is an inner place some how it may come from outer space a social disgrace in my Peyton place many are filled up with lies does it come as no surprise man, women & child getting a little bit wild flirting faces certain traces in these places the passion now burns as a volcanic ash no one in this life gets by on a free pass we all have reason to believe but only a few get down on there knees Alice Cooper is a jewel to share with us a new rule vibrations from the outer banks of town everybody want to get on down its never to late when you live by faith for he is always there I shed a tear to numb the inner pain lest I refrain another turn of the page there are lines being drawn in the sand hopefully someday all will understand