Michael McGuire Holding On
There's a man he talks to angels People coming from inside Talking treason with Milton's heroes Touch-tone dialing for the ride And he's gone... They say he's crazy a stranger to the world Needles piercing through his hands Breaking up deamons coming faster Holding on as best he can And he's gone... Can you see them staring from the corner? Breathing fire from the head Losing sight of the strength of reality Forgot the life he once led And he's gone... away.