I count my blessings on one hand,
and if there's something I've learned from all of this,
It's that the drugs don't set you free; they just leave you with nothing.
I'd sail a thousand seas and breach the walls if the serpent would free my tongue.
I may be lost but I've made my peace with the demons hiding within myself.
Now the damage is done. There's no going back. I say with conviction:
"I'd shake the hand of the devil if it meant you could be blessed".
I'd sail a thousand seas and breach the walls, if it meant I could have it all.
I may be lost but I've made my peace with the demons hiding within myself.
In the absence of all that makes you whole, awaken to see what you've become.
But where will you be when all else fails? And where do you see yourself?
I just see you crying, lying, cheating, stealing, dying; breathing your last breath.