Silver - Machine Head

Yes, I hold some keys of gold
A cigarrette, a silver bullet
Angels crying day and night
The world is our stage
Look inside and try and find the part of me that tore
I wish I knew what I got through Behind...

Take my hand across this land
Escape this, all the hell inside 
Create this man to make my stand 
And break this hardened shell inside

I see the man in me
The lines along my face are drawn in 
I believe reflections bleed 
The sorrows of the souls 
Let me know the hurt that shows 
And wish it all away 
Cos now you'll see all this pain in me collide...

Take my hand across this land 
Escape this all the hell inside
Create this man to make my stand 
And break this hardened shell in... 

I see the walls around me fall around me
And everything's alright
I see the god amoung me fall amoung me 
And everything's beside 
I see the walls around you, tie and bound you 
Drown cos you're so cold.. Cold.. Cold.. 
Take my hand across this land 
Escape this all the hell inside
Create this man to make my stand
And Break this hardened shell inside
So take my hand and cross this land
And Break this hardned shell in, hardened shell in, hardened shell inside...