[Instrumental Intro]

[Spoken Word]

So, we're 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, 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?

[Instrumental Break]

[Spoken Word]

Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted

I ran with the only information I was given

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 voices

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

[Outro: Children's Choir]

Life comes after

Death comes after

Life comes after

Death comes after

Life comes after

Death comes after

Life comes after

Death comes after

Life comes after

Death comes after

Life comes after

Death comes after...