I slept in a bed of illusion and woke up in a room of depression
To satisfy my apptite for self -destruction and refuse the weight of the world
I sold my soul and the price was cheap
I'm begging you to believe in me
I did it, I did for you, for us
Only one thing is certain, none of us will stand and as time goes by, I'm a lifer of my past
Seeing them all quit, I finally, I finally start to drink. Welcome to the birth of the paranoid son
Sin of the father echoes in its reflection
I slept in a bed of deception
I sold my soul and thе price was cheap