Coming Home (feat. Alyssa Buchheit)

Bless me father I'm a broken man I've gone through Hell, so I'm back again It's been too long... I do what I can What all I've done, turn back to damn What is there at the end of the road? I'm missing somthing... There must be more (There must be more) Until my soul leaves it's shell to erode I'll drive fifty-five to fourty-four Wake up and smell the flowers Before your day's bereft There won't be after hours You don't have much time left No time for shrinks and cowers They won't help anyways Ghosts watch from empty towers Numbering all your days (Fall) Wake up and smell the flowers Before your day's bereft There won't be after hours You don't have much time left No time for shrinks and cowers They won't help anyways Ghosts watch from empty towers Numbering all your days