Joy and horror

I feel so alive
But life ain't that fun anymore

Behold, ye old kid
As he throws another tire on the trash fire
In a wasted bid

How can this be real?
How can this be okay?
Well it's not okay, man
It's not okay

Gimme a new language for recovery
This one just isn't working
All I see are angry men
Wrong and angry, broken men

They say you can't go home
I found that to be true
And after all the problems, all the bullshit
All the things I've been through
I'll take a pale ride across the road
'cause this campfires growing cold

No more psycho-modе
I'm feeling sick, I'm feeling sick
You can normalize the pain
But you can't escapе the schtick
I'll take a pale ride across the road
Tell pa I'm coming home

All the best of joys are born from misery
If you see me dancing, see me smiling
You know where I'll be
With that pale ride across the road
A dead man with no home