Goddamn I'm dead again, woe is me. Seems to be that I'm a wanted man these days. I'm down that rabbit hole but I don't want to go. Rot in peace, down a dead-end street.
We have the passion of the unbroken. And our souls we will not sell. You can beat us down but when we come around. We'll damn you all to hell. . Waiting for a sign, I guess I missed it on the way.