I try -try not to get too down on myself
While on the process we got lives on the line
The deeper I get intro this fight
I cry myself to sleep thinking what I shoulda coulda done

I never I had a chance
Oh no don't get me wrong
We got the tools to do good
But when all's said and done

I close my eyes I try to shot 'em out
I close my eyes pretend to hear no sound
I close my visualize this is paradise
I close my heart my conscience is my price

Your world just stops
It's getting harder and harder to feel
Just waiting, buying time
Looking for answers till I know what's real
It don't feel the same will I heal
Will I ever be the same I hope I will

Keep telling yourself the world's gonna be just fine
Ya'll playing by the rules but I'm gonna live by mine
How did we ever get to this point of such distraction?
No excuses take the money and run run run
I search my soul thinking what I shoulda coulda done

Crunch time
About time I prepare myself
For that long climb upon my knees from the bowels of hell
But I've had some recent practice swimming against the tide
Redemption's a lonely road but someone's gonna try
Thirty pieces of silver to reclaim my soul
I'll sing high to the heavens my luck the gates will still be closed... still be closed...