I walk along these streets
Of jagged wood...

Why do I bother
With all this nonsense...

See the world through rose colored glasses
Make everything bloodshot...

From the moment
That the lights went down...

My friends are crows
Groups of murders...

Dazed and confused
I shall walk through this day...

So I sit here
Under the empty sky...

Who the hell is this in front of me
Antagonist of my own story...

This air around me
Nothing moving...

Spent fifteen years in a bottle glass
Got picked up by somebody at last...

Oh, look at that pretty girl
With the punk rock attitude...

You convinced me
Not to believe...