The devil's own. Why?. . Where did I go wrong?. Who was I supposed to be?. No matter what I've done. You've always criticized me. . Where did I go wrong?.
It's not that complicated until we gotta believe. They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed. I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be.
To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and. the bottom feeding scum. The FCC, the FBI and every tin god with a badge and a gun. You talk and talk, you preach and bitch but your words don't.
The deeper you get, the farther you fall down. The closer I get, the more you dissolve. . You're lost inside, your pale addictions. Bury you, with the demons in the ash.
You don't understand me. and you probably never will. I got a tendency to self destruct. and a soft spot for the filth. A hair trigger temperament. a switchblade for a tongue.
[V1:]. It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep. It's times like these that make it so difficult to be. The light at the end, the crack in the sky.