Let me tell you a story about the man who loved to play with fire
He's the backfired rocketship, he's the seed that never splits
Some trees just can't bloom.... They'll never
Born in a life of opportunity with every chance to excel
Instead took his fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills
He'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moments satisfaction
Sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to his agonizing life
Of addiction
In the dark night, he tries to remember a future so bright
"it wont happen to me,
It wont happen to me,
It wont happen to me"
That's what they always fucking say.
The man who thinks hes-above misery and hurt and harm and pain
Is the main who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains
In chains
In chains
In chains of a neverending abyss
In chains of an artificial bliss
And he lives just like a slave
For giving his life away for nothing.
