[Verse: Craig Xen]
I got nowhere to go tonight
I got nothing to do I got nothing to lose I might just- ,yeah, look
I got nowhere to go tonight
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to lose I might just slip up and [?]
I'm a sick bastard living in the mansion
Outside you probably think my life fantastic
So drastic reality hits
I'm on my dead brother's back poor smoking the cig and then
I'm trying to find the words
I'm trying to fight the urge not to join them in the dirt, look
I'm trying not to hurt
But not even the church could relieve a sense of pain cause I'm cursed
I'm trying to find the words
I'm trying to fight the urge not to join them in this dirt, yeah
I'm trying not to hurt
But not even the church could relieve a sense of pain cause I'm cursed
I got nowhere to go tonight
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to lose I might just slip up [?]
I got nowhere to go tonight
I got nothing to do
I got nothing to lose I might just slip up [?]