Doubt

All through the night
till the bell tolls 1
there are people who fight
live, and die by the gun

Light sits on fog
like it did in a dream
he looks down at a puddle
where the moonlight gleams

Well you can't be the best
when you know you're the worst
and you can't feel alive
when you ride in a hearse

Shadows on the steps
tread to the ground
the wind has no legs
but it still gets around

Cold winter breeze
whispers on by
as dark rainy clouds
move into the sky

Well you can't be the best
when you know you're the worst
and you can't feel alive
when you ride in a hearse

Soft pleasant smell of
fresh rain in the air
it gives him some comfort
as he sits on the stairs

Doubt clouds his mind
as he's faced with a choice
his thoughts leave his mind
go into the void

Well you can't be the best
when you know you're the worst
and you can't feel alive
when you ride in a hearse