An ax wound to the head
My addiction has been fed...

I walk through the halls
Of my own private prison...

Tiptoeing down the vacant street
I see him drumming to an unknown beat...

Heavy artillery rains down from the sky
The stranger with a seductive eye...

Stolen converses and ripped up telephone lines
The warnings, the tickets, and meaningless fines...

Blinking lights of yellow and blue
None of the masses had any clue...

Safety rules to calm us down
The want to sustain the teenage town...

Open the door and slam it in my face
All this pain for a brief embrace...

Glasses of wine filled to the top
Taking advantage of every single drop...

Hiding beneath the trees of hate
Underneath the lie we have named fate...

She spreads the veil of black deceit
Two lives lie intricately tangled...

There are times we wanted to pull that trigger
At the bottom of a loaded gun...