Besedila: Meltdown. Demolition. Iron Chains.

Years of absence
To what others will make their claim,
It's only expected
to cast my own chains.
That cripple my mind
and put my head in my hands.

Deer in the headlights
Vices come so fucking quick.
It's hard for me to think that
I was once never like this.

A prisoner of addiction,
By a lack of conviction
Like a bullet in my head,
I'm better off dead.

My addictions are my chains,
My sin is my prison

I've let this poison tear me limb from limb,
I'm stronger than this.

I never meant to live life this way,
I'm better than this.

Watch me as I lay my enemy to waste. Waste