Traces Of The Invisible

Hate it, want to escape from it Piercing sun and binding air Water almost gone For two days Dirt floor, found a key Wake up, I'll go now Made em dead A ghost town No sense in taking their call After all, it was my fault Oiled trigger, one gun, Slick the hair Sun isn't going anywhere Find it in the Bible to kill my own disciples Where they gone to? It's Always the same Around here But I'm a good guy And I can't find it in my heart To let the filth go on kickin' alive Kickin' alive If I have to go to hell I'd die during my spell And see to it that I'm buried on eastward (On eastward) Oiled trigger, one gun, Slick the hair Sun still isn't going anywhere Find it in my Bible to kill my own disciples Where they gone to? Where have they gone to? It's Always the same Around here