I never knew the man but his music speaks to me in ways i can not explain. the world is a much emptier place without him.
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Oooh…Oooh…
Oooh…Oooh…
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead
Oooh…Oooh…
Oooh…Oooh…
R.I.P. Layne, you are missed by your Family, Friends & your Fans.
