Song Of Shame

let me tell you a story about the man who loved to play with fire

he's the backfired rocketship, he's the seed that never splits

some trees just cant bloom....they'll never

born in a life of opportunity with every chance to excel

instead took his fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills

he'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moments satisfaction

sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to his agonizing life

of addiction

in the dark night, he tries to remember a future so bright

"it wont happen to me,

it wont happen to me,

it wont happen to me"

thats what they always fucking say.

the man who thinks hes-above misery and hurt and harm and pain

is the main who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains

in chains

in chains

in chains of a neverending abyss

in chains of an artificial bliss

and he lives just like a slave

for giving his life away for nothing.