I carried on, but the 9 to 5 just didn’t seem right. I
don’t belong, this
is the black sheep’s code. So, go ahead and sell me the
road. I’m taking
off. I get high and lower my expectations, because I’m
losing all and I
have no clear destination. But, death is certain… if I
stay or if I go.
What fools will follow from the cliffs to the undertow?
All along, you
knew that I would never make it. My higher power has six
chambers and a
hammer, and my darkest hour was on the day that I was
born. Grow up. Break
down. Give in. Sell out. Mother, are you proud of me now?
It took so many
years to realize that nothing f*cking matters. If you
looked into these
eyes, all you’d see is scorn. I grew up and my faith just
slowly faded. I
broke down and I spit at my creator. I gave in and
indulged in a life of
sin.
I sold out, because I knew I couldn’t f*cking win.