(Verse 1)
Going through the cycle, until you're fucking psycho
Holding a rifle in your own mind, with a title so vital
You will rival your idols, so delightful
A mindful of spiteful thoughts
Based from a bible that will make you suicidal
Until you're stuck and left to idle
This is the final cycle
We will get out of this spiral

My survival depends on it
My revival repents through bliss
I am entitled to start this base of denial based upon my past arrival
With a chemical recital that has brought up out my primal
Thoughts that don't stop to recycle
Like I'm spinning a bloody vinyl
Then I steal a motorcycle and become fucking homicidal
As I run every person to thе ground
The sound of ringing is all they found
That would pound and they'rе singing the song
That will write their death

With a less caressed feeling that will take you to the ceiling
Then you'll get smacked down to a point of kneeling with your
Skin dry and peeling
Never will you learn from the drugs that you're dealing
All to the masses, putting people in a cast from a blast
From falling, of a bridge and your friends were stalling
And crawling out at last from the vast broadcast
That you were harassed to jump right off that bridge
Going off the ridge your life has been bypassed
With an unsurpassed fact that you were fast
To listen to them while you glisten and grin
About how cool you'd feel if you get past the fact
That you ended up hitting a raft on the top of the river
Breaking your spine is what's delivered
Now your about to die as you shake and shiver
As you fade, ache and wither
(CHORUS)
END THE CYCLE
It is really vital
To end the path
That distracts the fact
That I will not ever last
If I keep on these benders
Surrender
To the end
Of your brutal life
Give it all up before you take another knife and end up dead
In a shed from lead poisoning
Snorting up all the codeine
Injecting all the morphine
Losing myself making my brain bleed
Indeed, it's a feeding habit

Like a fast jack rabbit, chasing after those carrots
Feelings disparaged when he becomes aware
Of the the times he was over there
On the side of the road, he just let go
When the car got to him first

(Verse 2)
It's just absurd
How a fucking doctor
Would prescribe these pills
Without thinking if it would kill
This poor fucking bastard
20 years after the fact
He's taking every shape and size of uppers
Stimulants, Dope and Jumpers
That will make you feel ill
Without a fucking line in your brain
Until you're insane
And have a bloody stroke
That's invoked by the pain
You let in your life and make you broke
From the cocaine that would take away the pain
But I think I'll die in vain from the range
Of drugs that I've done
All because you wanted just some fun
Away from the cycles that would make you feel psycho
That would make you load a rifle, go on top of the fucking Eiffel
Tower and unleash a fucking power that results in death
And you clench your chest from your depressed lungs
And You lose your breath
From the intense moment that you just created
Think of all the lives you've jaded
And faded into the dark
Now you will find no where else to park
Your narcissi tic, condescending, pessimistic, all offending
Doom impending, Hurt Intending
Pain Impending, Dark Extending ways
Will never be the same, after you've killed every single cell and create a hell
That will make pain look like the sun coming out after all that rain
Now we reap the grain and we take our reign
And we break the chain that we've contained
And start to regain and attain the strain of the chemical we've entertained
For far too long and we will now be humane
And stop the profane plain of existence
That insists that we give in to all our inhibitions
Just listen
Just listen…