Lyrics
the call came in the morning
they took her from her place
no one was sure what happened
but oh! make haste
the demons in your pocket
cigarettes, meth, and booze
those beliefs you held to
took the best of you
hundreds of shutters
could not hide the shame
of knowing your mind
is split nine hundred ways
one of these days i'll miss you
i will not know why
i guess you'll still be whispering
evil nothings in my mind
hundreds of shutters
could not hide the shame
of knowing your mind
is split nine hundred ways
hundreds of shutters
could not hide the shame
of knowing your mind
is split nine hundred ways