For years I walked a path of ignorance
Throwing away opportunities, and throwing away life
Faces that gave me reasons to be

Now bound me with chains made out of my downfalls
Never showing an ounce of remorse
Never showing an inch of consideration

This rage is my reason to be
Burning bridges is nothing when I'm burning the city


They keep calling my name, but it's not me who answers
I keep begging for help, but it's the bottle that heals
Demise seems like a blessing

When I'm tying my noose
How can I smile back when I am decaying away


Each day is nothing more than a way of keeping track of my progress
Yet I relapse when these informants only shows me the greed, the anguish, the real world
Our culture breeds patterns of idolism, addiction and $#&@ing impulsive lust

When depression is the sign of a coward
I become the beacon of a hero
Evermore will we live in a world influenced by what is commercial?

Our trust in the cross fingered salesman