sinking back
back into old ways
another crumbled star falls to waste
another try,
dying to get on to the right pace
lying to my face, laying in disgrace
it's in bad taste to chase a life unlivable
or blame God, cause I'm just as unforgivable
so I carry this skin and bones with pride,
through the pain, through the pain
so I carry my torch, my flame,
through the rain, in the blame
light up my nerves, smoke through my teeth all the weight
and knock on the gates just to be told
too late