i take a second walk
down the street of fame
ive paid it off and paid for it again
all these misserabul feelings never end
but to fall and be down is something i trancend
ive been a meal of mine
and slid down my throat
and all im facing is one more way to go
died so many times and then i reapeared
all death looks like to me is a word that causes fear
im taking my place
in a world with a differnt space
no time at all except how you move
be who you are
do what you do
not win or lose