Alcatraz - Sound of Guns

Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island

I was seduced by the traumas

The funeral mourners

Would whisper in line

Got to give it to you for breaking out of the seasons

I was cohearsed by a nightmare

Where every knife turned

Away on a breeze

You walk Away across the lines

You fade away hung on a wire

You fall asleep and tell yourself

That this don’t matter at all

Got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers

I can’t sleep from the gunshots

And every pin drop

I hear on the wind

Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island

I was restrained by the warders

Patrolling the borders

Behind of my eyes

You walk Away across the lines

You fade away hung on a wire

You fall asleep and tell yourself

That this don’t matter at all

You walk away… don’t walk away

Cos all these things

Don’t matter now

You walk away… don’t walk away

Cos all these things

Don’t matter now