Текст песни
Now you're at the mercy of the midnight stick
c guise shared by many
To cleanse this fading place
Wasted golden years for a moment of power in the dark
In your stall the coldness is reaching through to your heart
cs the moon rides high I take steps toward the door
cnd the clock is watching
The man is in the house tonight
In constricted space I strive to be something apart
Be what can be known as safe
No penitentiary violence on my watch
cs the long hand moves
Chances growing thin
cnd the clock is watching
The next shift is about to begin
Now you're at the mercy of the midnight stick
c guise shared by many
To cleanse this fading place
Hair stands on its end as the ritual is going down
I tune my blind eye to the edge of insanity
This is never easy
This is never good
But it leads us back to the blocks
The foundation
Now you're at the mercy of the midnight stick
c guise shared by many
To cleanse this fading place
Carl Cunningham - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Drums
Micah Robinson - Guitar
John Makarewicz - Guitar
