I’ve been through [bad word] so many times,
I’ve listened to old Satan’s lies,
And I drank poison from his cup
And never stopped till the last drop

And I saw madness in his eyes,
Or were these mine, ready to die?
I don’t remember now for sure,
But I am sure there is no cure

And all is naught and all is dust,
I wasn’t ever built to last,
I will be gone like blown out flame,
I’ll be the only one to blame