in new day dreams a promise gives way 

to a star struck death and a gold disease 

a hollywood end for a once great man 

who found death on his knees 

cashed in crashed and burned 

sore sour sore

our eagles become our vultures 

i've searched with pen and paper 

i search to show you 

just how far i broke from myself 

in the name of fear and doubt 

in a better world there would be a better me 

without the chase that won't leave me be 

wolves at my door keep all your wars 

i'm going home to bed 

i've paid more death then you will ever live