Life After Death

So here we are at the end

And at the same time we're at the beginning

Of this misadventure

Why I had to go down a dead end street

At 200 miles an hour

Screaming for vengeance and embracing death

That's still something I'm trying to figure out

You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan

To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal

But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we?

Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted

I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism

And my weapon of self destruction

Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen

Those are facts

How I got there? That's a story told by many voice

It's not my job to blame anybody anymore

I just need to accept the path I was given

This is, without a doubt

My life... after death