Who they are
And THAT my friends, is what it's like to be hated for everything you really are
Every time I move I do it I end up pulling my own trigger
Death at hand my own demise because he's the buzz-kill of the century
Should have let go when I had the chance but now no way
It's because you're the only one sober enough to see it
Alright to get high but why when you need it to get bye
Who ever thought that they wouldn't ever get through
Not without the disease makes them who they are
Every time I move I do it I end up pulling my own trigger
Death at hand my own demise because he's the buzz-kill of the century
Should have let go when I had the chance but now no way
It's because you're the only one sober enough to see it
Alright to get high but why when you need it to get bye
Who ever thought that they wouldn't ever get through
Not without the disease makes them who they are