Have you ever looked around
and realized how far down hill we've gone?
Have you realized how
all or nothing
life or death
my life has become?
I have one chance to make it.
One chance to prove them all wrong.
One chance to prove them all right.
I'll do whatever it takes
to breathe a little longer,
walk a little farther,
climb a little higher
out of my own personal Hell on Earth.
Have you noticed how chilly my life has become?
Have you noticed how ded it all seems to me now?
Nothing seems to warm this heart o' mine.
Or bring life to my eyes.
Have you noticed how explosive I have become?
Have you noticed the bomb buried deep within me?
Everything seems to ignite the fuse,
I can't keep my anger down.
My words are sharp as knives,
My thoughts like grenades.
Maybe when my life starts back up the hill,
and nothing depends on this moment before us,
my body will breathe in the heat of life,
and my temper will cool with icy calm.
They called it Freedom.
The next moments in life are a panicky
With but a sole survivor.