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So here we are at the end, And at the same time we're at the beginning Of this misadventure. Why I had to go down a dead end street At 200 miles an hour Screaming for vengeance and embracing death, That's still something I'm trying to figure out. You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal. But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we? Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism, And my weapon of self destruction. Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen. Those are facts. How I got there? That's a story told by many voice. It's not my job to blame anybody anymore, I just need to accept the path I was given. This is, without a doubt, My life... after death Aus Songtexte Mania