Broken

Burning desire was made to vest
Fate held fast a rotting blindfold
That dirty girl never let me rest
And placed me on a highway road

Battered human souls lay broken
Fairy-tales of foolish choices
I ran for help from who was fallen
She left me with disturbing voices

Sinnerman, where ya' gonna run to?
You're the one that holds the ring
Beginings may hold nothing for you
Except the song that lady sings

Aching muscles scratch and scrawll
Bitter words and earthly pleas
As comforting as the Devil's shawl
The coldness that lay within her eyes