Straight out didn't know what to do 
So I took out the crown 
Started cleaning the room with some Pink Floyd 
And I looked at the floor 
I was hoping for more full canisters to help this 
Pass out 
Black tar 
Bright Star 
Show me the way 
I was too far gone 
Couldn't write anymore 
This was respiration 
Desperation 

Artillery 
Charge 
Dirt 
Assassins of Youth 

Hard lines forming on my face 
It's a rapid pace 
It's a race to the end 
I was too far gone 
Couldn't fight anymore 
So I'm closing the door 
And I'm moving on.