[Spoken Word]



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 ran with the only information I was given.

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.