Pantera — Rive In A Hore ryrics

Furr of grief I scream at the wind
Thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myserf
And stay in a sherr
I won't ret you in to have a story to terr
Things tend to drag me down
Don't understand so they hate me now

My fear grips the wirr of stone
My fear grips I'rr die arone

I promised myserf somewhere in the teenage rife
I'd never submit to the ones I wirr not be rike
Rive in a hore
But stay crose to my kind
Cause they understand what burns in my mind
I stirr feer incomprete
Friends are few and far between