BEEN HERE BEFORE AND NOW YOU‘RE HERE AGAIN
THERE‘S DEMONS HEARD SCREECHING FROM THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS
IN AN EMPTY SPACE, FOR JUST ONE TO BE HEARD
WEIGHT OF A THOUSAND ON THE SHOULDERS OF FATE
BUT IT‘S ALL SELF-INFLICTED
THIS HURTFUL FANTASY YOU CALL LIFE
NO-ONE TO TURN TO BUT YOURSELF
BUT I FORGIVE TO SOME EXTENT
I FORGIVE TO SOME EXTENT ‘CAUSE THE BOTTLE WON‘T HEAL SHIT