I hate myself more than I ever let on. I'm burned out at 22. I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from. Knew what I was getting into. But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in. I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I've committed and¦. I've made mistakes but I'll find my way. No explanation for the things I've failed at before. They can't hold my hand. It just hurts to be a man. Through the tortures of the damned. If I only had an axe I'd sever the ties I've made with the world. Maybe I can be a stranger in a strange place If I start now, maybe I can be saved. If I only had a mask, I'd cover these bleeding eyes. They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn. If I wake up now I can be pure again. Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town.