don't you feel like dying
loosing all responsibility
putting that gun to the head
of a wasted tragedy
don't you feel like breaking glass
just to make a point
blowing up a mail box
just to snap some joints
breaking down in darkness
in this broken soul
taking a fucking crowbar
to that broken hole
tying you in chains
to a broken bed
but doesn't it make you feel alive
to know you got away
doesn't it make you feel alive
just knowing that they paid