(Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society) It's gonna break you, son, it's gonna rot you through Forget the past and all you ever knew You've never known such
breath i could take, I'd trade all the others away. The blood's on the wall, So you might as well just admit it. And bleach out the stains, Commit to forgetting it
(Megadeth) This morning I made the call The one that ends it all Hanging up, I wanted to cry But dammit, this well's gone dry Not for the money, not
