Cult Therapy - All Alone Lyrics

I can feel
His hands on my throat
And I can't breath
But I can smell the clove
Cigarette
On his breath
And where was your god
And where were your guns
And where was my guardian angel
I was promised would show up
He made me clean up
He said it's all your fault
I put my clothes on
And go across the hall
To my room
All alone
And where was your god
And where were your guns
And where was my guardian angel
I was promised would show up
They said the past is in the past
Well my past is in the present
When I can't breathe
Cause that's no apology
And that's all we are
A collection of stories
And if we don't tell them
They will die with us
And maybe the hardest part
Is realizing that
We're all alone
All alone
All alone
All alone
And where was your God
And where were your guns
And where was my guardian angel
I was promised would show up