Texty: Downpresser. Perverted Justice. Ear To Ear.

Throat cut by this life that I lead and
I can't stop bleeding
Now my vision's blurring and I'm feeling sick
From day one I was under the gun
Thought I would fall, but I don't trip
Crept up from behind, invaded my mind
Fucked with my head, but I felt find
Surrounded by vice, I pay the price
It's none of your concern
Sitting around, wound up and lowdown
Feel like a king, but you're worse than a clown
I'm no saint, but I don't relate
Can't say I didn't try
But don't ask me why
Cause you won't get a reply
I won't justify how I spend my time
Your rules, not mind
Wrong and right, never black and white
Bright lights seem dimmer every night
Feel the pain of holding on too tight
Feel the shame of never putting up a fight
Won't force a smile if I feel a frown
But I'm trying to find my way back to common ground
We've all done things we can't erase
When you point a finger there's three pointing back in your face
Hello, goodbye, we'll never meet again