Breakin' in the Gun - Vince Neil

Everythings moving backwards

Its been that way for so long

When all my cries like butterflies

Drift slowly away

I can’t relate to no one

Sifting through all my so called friends

Aint what I like to do But give or take my wreckage past

Dies slowly away

And now the battles begun

Black promises, black promises

Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below

Till I face myself

Im letting go, so on with the show

Till I face myself

Nevermind all the pity

I rattle on all the snakes I knew

I chewed the bone, got critisizes

And hid all the pain

Beneath it all I still face the same face

Black promises, black promises

Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below

Till I face myself

Im letting go, so on with the show

Till I face myself

Black promises, black promises

Face down in a hole, Im sinkin below

Till I face myself

Im letting go, so on with the show

Till I face myself