[Spoken Word]

So here we are at the end
And at the same time we're at the beginning
Of this misadventure
Why I had to go down a dead end street
At 200 miles an hour
Screaming for vengeance and embracing death
That's still something I'm trying to figure out
You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan
To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal
But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we?

Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted
I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism
And my weapon of self destruction
Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen
Those are facts
How I got there? That's a story told by many voice
It's not my job to blame anybody anymore
I just need to accept the path I was given

This is, without a doubt
My life... after death