The Smell Of Sweet November Ra

The smell of November rain Echoes in my head On a cold October morning With no city noise To cloud my mind Wondering the woods On a forgotten path I find my life Hanging from a tree In a dead man's noose Everything seems fine Well drinking wine From the devil's cup Right at hell's door With angels calling my name I stand defiant With my demons by my side I mock god from heaven Among the scattered remains That remains of the victims I met of yesterday Dancing with their past The end was their death As the night comes crashing in As a whisper is heard The band plays on but No one is ever around Hear them play their song Marching to the drums Everybody becomes a sheep Until they they see I am a wolf Eating their lost minds Before they become thoughts That kills the time When there's nothing else to do The smell of November rain Echoes in my head On a cold October morning With no city noise Cloud up my mind I wonder why No one is around