(Jerry Cantrell) Mind, of destructive taste I choose...to stroll amongst the waste That was your heart Lost in the dark Call off the chase
Walls of thought, strong and high As my castle crumbles with time... I think of you Oh, yes I do Such a crime
CHORUS You opened fire...and your mark was true You opened fire...aim my smilin' skull at you You opened fire... I live tomorrow, you I'll not follow As you wallow in a sea of sorrow
Lines cut across my face Why you laugh at my disgrace I'll never know How far to go To reach that place
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