| I might be doing alright
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| I might be breathing clean air
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| But I
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| Can’t shake this feeling I have
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| That I’m
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| Living another man’s life
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| I’m
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| Holding the same position
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| Still in the same condition
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| Holding the same resentments
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| Always the same
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| Just further down
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| I was born wrong
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| I don’t worry much about it
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| Born drunk
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| But I don’t mind
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| Worn down
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| I fell in and out the system
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| Turned out
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| But I don’t mind
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| Even though I feel the pieces
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| Life’s just a time frame
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| Working on the art of free fall
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| Suspension of loyalty
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| Blade flashing, eight seconds
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| A life down a shower drain
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| Weight dropping, forcefeeding
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| Well it’s just a fucking jail
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| If I tell myself they’re wrong
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| Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it
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| It’s always the same dull throb
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| As if I’m somewhere else
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| And I feel the same way now
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| I heard you made it out
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| Innocent or not
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| Enjoy the long ride
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| Down
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| At the wrong place
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| I got drunk and lost my temper
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| One taste
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| And I went down
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| Rough break
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| I got pinched and caught the full stretch
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| But one day
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| I walked out
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| Even though I’ve lost the pieces
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| Life’s not a bad thing
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| Working on the art of free fall
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| Suspension of self respect
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| Four thousand, bi monthly
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| My name off the pink slip
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| Clean record, no zip code
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| Their lives were a package deal
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| If I tell myself I’m home
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| If I close my eyes and focus
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| I almost hear your voice
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| Over there
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| Somewhere else
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| And I feel the same way now
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| I hope you make it out
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| Innocent or not
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| Enjoy the long ride
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| Down
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| Well if I’ve waited too long
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| I’ll find my own way out
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| There is nothing worse than selling out
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| For half your worth
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| You can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to
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| Draw closer
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| Hey, I was dreaming of light
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| I was stretched on a bunk
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| I was almost there
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| Hey, I was dreaming of air
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| I was walking the yard
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| I was almost there |