He said he'd try just a little bit He didn't want to end up like them And now be blames the boices of a toothless wonder Pounding on the door to make the next score Anything for a hit any sin to pay for it for that nxt bowl he'd sell his soul Spiral to destruction it's too lare to break the spell He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies His cause of death high speed on burnt ice Always looking at the ground a broken beaten man Memories of his family are calling after him He can hardly think hardly walk Phone keeps ringing he can't talk With just one hit the pain would go away But he's dead if he does Shadow people follow him everwhere he goes Looking over his shoulder the paranoia grows