Whisper
Copyright © 1999 Clint Phipps

Picking up the pieces and they're all the same
So I can't put them back together again at least not today

Stretching on the rack now and I hope someday
I will rise above the ashes free of my battered brain

Now I tried to hold my liquor but I dropped it to the ground
I walk on dirty water now cause its that or drown
I here my demons speak to me in a little more than a whisper
Take her far away from here then break her down and kiss her

I'm tearing down the sky now and I play the demolition man
But I can't tear away the sorrow it made me half the man I am

My pride is soiled now so break another piece of me
I can't wipe away the blood on my hands I let be what has to be

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• Live at Portside