Cold living
That's the game
Streetwise
And full of pain
I cry out
For my life
Yet I bring
On all the strife
Though I know the way
I lead myself astray
Will I ever change
For numbered are my days
On and on I form the void
That draws my soul in
Can I escape from this hell
That rewards my sin
I tread on
These bastard plains
Keeping up
My faith insane
With low eyes
And crooked smile
I drink and
Get lost awhile
And I ain't gonna change
For I'm lost in the craze
Will I ever change
For numbered are my days