Stabbing Westward "Can't Happen Here" |
Late last night I tripped in violent shades of green 1000 voiceless faces were chasing me I ran through the air as thick as glue Through night as black as hate my spirit fled Through branches filled with thorns my eyes bled and bled How could I ever hope to win this race When every time I close my eyes I see your face It just can't happen here (repeat) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |