I know I don't want you I feel broken insight and miles away from what I thought Bells are ringing again, let the devil out again Far away from what I thought And I see you in my back yard, Weak and restless faces for everyone, And just a few contest Take me to my promised land If it's all I undertand I'm half dead but I can break you too Mother bring me home,'cause nobody wrestles And I see it in my back yard It's trying to break through And everybody feels but just a few contest