O.D. on a double verse and chorus.
Looking to the demons, not far below us.
Stay afar from the graveyard in my head,
Let's just say, He's been found dead.
Take a ride on Ol' Mary Jane's bus.
Does my illness hang off my like a smell?
When I walk by, how can you tell?
My life is rock 'n' roll.
But I sure take a toll,
When I put my self in this Hell.
Something's going to crash soon.
It feels like impending doom.
I sit here alone,
While no one is home.
And burst just like a balloon.
Death rolls in and life rolls out.
Sitting alone with out a doubt.
Living life one step at a time.
Standing here, waiting to die.
For now my will, I am without.
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