You never got used to yourself
You never could suffer your own thoughts
The money was hate that you chased
The deeper the hole
The further the fall
(A passion for flight)
One more run
One more ride
One more score
One more high
A bullet to black out
A bullet to free
A bullet to burn away
What you could not unsee
You didn't deserve this
But nobody does
Transition from hell to hell to hell...
TO HELL
They already tore your old house down
WAKE UP WAKE UP
They already sent all your friends down
WAKE UP WAKE UP
They already closed the old school down
Now you have one last chance to make things right