This has, gone rotten for the last time
You stumble and you fall, and trip out in the stall
This time, buried beneath the wreckage

With all the lives you stole, the junkie and halo

One day, I'll find you, In a homeless shelter living in New York City

Waiting for your meal to come

Relapse, respect for all your elders

Misplaced it in the wind, the angel lost her wings
A square, transformed into a circle
Removing all the edge, the past is what's ahead


And you'll listen on what to say
When your mind is shot everyday

And you'll listen to what's the cure
When nobody knows for sure


One day, I'll find you, and I'll grab your hand from the streets of New york City
And I'll bring you home with me
Where we will, retire, and $#&@ and fight, collapse in all its glory

Like it's our destiny