You hear those chains a-rattlin'?
Yeah, they want to bring you over to the other side
Have you done what you came here to do?
Have you made your mark?
Or has this burned and black earth smeared you?
Too many folded hands.
Too many jammed hammers.
Too many busted flats.
Too much luck, the bad kind.
This tabernacle of pain.
I'll tell you when it's over.
I'll tell you when you can leave.
(c)JerseyStyle Photography 2014