Labyrinth - Famous Last Words

The sunrise after this night of hell

It’s a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill

Can I linger on with this pain inside me?

(They'll chew you up and spit you back to hell)

I see the lost wretched romance

Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance

To show the soul that’s trapped inside me

(You'll have to take it from my dead hands)

It’s broken record playing in my mind

You’ll never know what you might find

Cross into the crazy world I see

To see the truth inside me

The lovers end, you’ll never win

(You'll never know what you might find)

The time has come, and you’re all alone

The sunrise after this night of hell

It’s a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill

Can I linger on with this pain inside me?

(They'll chew you up and spit you back to hell)

I see the lost wretched romance

Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance

To show the soul that’s trapped inside me

(You'll have to take it from my cold dead hands)

The lost may never come home

They’ll have to find their way out, all on their own

They’ll try to break me, but I’ll make my stand

They’ll have to take it from my cold dead hands

My sinners masterpiece

(His masterpiece)

Will never be complete

Can I do this?

Can I live this lie?

Will I beat this?

Can I ever win this fight?

Can I make it through this cold dark night?

Don’t try to stop me, cause I need to make this right

Can I do this?

Can I live this lie?

Can I beat this?

Can I ever win this fight?

Can I make it through this cold dark night?

Don’t try to stop me, cause I need to make this right

(Can I do this? Can I live this lie?

Will I beat this?

Can I ever win this fight?

Can I make it through this cold dark night?

Don’t try to stop me, cause I need to make this right.)

The sunrise after this night of hell

It’s a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill

Can I linger on with this pain inside me?

I see the lost wretched romance

Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance

To show the soul that’s trapped inside me

(The lost may never come home

They’ll have to find their way out, all on their own

They’ll try to break me, but I’ll make my stand

They’ll have to take it from my cold dead hands)