Through out the room in which I sit

Yea I'm living it again

Yea I'm living it again

 

I've made the mistake of letting you in

 

Same shit, same stench in the wake of the life that I have lived

I' at the lowest of lows

When low and behold there comes along 

That very light in which I've longed 

Just to succumb to the opposition

 

You can never outrun

The past and the things that you've done

Get out of my head

 

Fuck that I'll never bow to circumstance

It's not what I've done it's what I do

That determines where my soul is headed to

The path I walk, and of it's truth

 

The time has come 

To witness what you've become

I'm going out on a limb here man

But im sick of my sin

 

Well history repeats itself there in 

It is what it is

I should have learned this the first time through

I've made the mistake of letting you in

Only to be buried again in my sin

 

Again

I've done it again

I'm lost from within

I've done it again

I've lost it

Same story as the last CD

Different me

But am I simply repeating history?

 

Same sad spot, same gist, same scene

Now do I let go, or repeat history?

Same alone, same all alone

I can't let her go

 

Well history repeats itself there in 

It is what it is

I should have learned this the first time through

I've made the mistake of letting you in

Only to be buried again in my sin



Well history repeats itself therein

Well history repeats itself therein

(I'm letting you in)

Well history repeats itself therein

Well history repeats itself therein