Locked up in this cage
I’m a slave to my rage
You always try to help
But you won’t understand

Seems like my first steps
30 years down the line
Taking my first sip
This pain tastes so fine

Strings of this guitar
They try to reflect my pain
But they are getting tired
Of this bitter serenades

Leave it, I’ll find
My own way to my grave
I’ll hold my head up high
As I descend into this filth

Sucking my own blood
Out of my own veins
Searching for some life
In this stupid rotten shell

Making promises
That “I’ll be just fine”
While I search in dark
For a place that I can hide

These hooks in my flesh
They are being pulled again
Never mind the pain
I’m a puppet in this game

Leave it, I’ll survive
It’s not a [bad word] anyway
With just a bit of hope
Things [bad word] to an end.