My friend called just the other day
Packed it up he won't be back this way

It's not your heart but the spirit they break
There's only so much a small town boy can take

See the eyes of the countless masses
Drinking life from the empty glasses
 [bad word] 
No more victims
No more lies
Ne sheer heart attacks
No more empty promises
No more lookin' back

I came here loaded searching for the dream
But nothing is ever easy as it seems

I thought I got closer to it every day
But every day it just got so far away

See all the faces paled
Shot to [bad word] when the system failed
 [bad word] 
I thought I could take all the [bad word] in grind
And stand much more pain
But see all those dead end wishes
Eats away at the brain

Solo, [bad word]