Thirteen times I went to the well
To drown my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumble only cause me strife
The thoughts become words cast into the sea
But they returned always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
At 13 I started down this path
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath
Years of clawing and scars that'd never heal
Trapped in my mind, the thoughts are too real
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
I can�t get out; I can�t jump out
Too much to face; I can�t erase
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
I can�t get out; I can�t jump out
Too much to face; I can�t erase
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
To drown my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumble only cause me strife
The thoughts become words cast into the sea
But they returned always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath
Years of clawing and scars that'd never heal
Trapped in my mind, the thoughts are too real
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
Too much to face; I can�t erase
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me
After everything, they still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive
Too much to face; I can�t erase
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This song sums up the album and Dave Mustaine's music up to this point. It also points out what the number 13 means to him at this point in his life. He says he started playing music at 13 and has wrote 13 albums. It sounds like music for him is introspection. Mistakes he's made or his failures have pained him. Music has a way of bringing us back to the past and remind us of the past. It sounds like this is true for Dave. It really sounds like a bittersweet song. He says he's been lucky and is still alive but he also says he can't take anymore, can't get/jump out, and can't face/erase.