di Hammett, Hetfield, Ulrich
Mama, they try and break me.
The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they’ve gone.
They’re off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone’s wicked way?
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do you feel your names?
Do you hear your babies crying?
Mama they try and break me
Still they try and break me
‘Scuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stops by wheels of despair
Don’t want your aid
But the fist I’ve made for years won’t hold or feel
No I’m not all me
So please excuse me while I tend to how I fell
But now the dreams and waking screams that ever last through the night (echoed between James and Jason)