I once knew this man who was cursed from birth

Destined to stagger through at life just to earn his worth

In one turn of the earth this story takes its place

Upon the summer shores of nowhere the place that he makes

His home he returns alone from a long day

Having lost his job and soon his house and fiance

The wrong way to turn was the path that he took

He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked

The path that he took for granted had messed with his sight

See he missed the finer points such as lessons in life

It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart

And by the time the autumn came, things were falling apart



Things were falling apart (x3)



So now hes standing in the Dole queue

This girl with the face of an angel

Sees hes looking down but she has a way to sustain all

It comes in a powder form and its good for healing scars

But healing scars comes at the cost of rolling till's and stealing cars

Feeling far from obliged he follows her lead

Down a beaten path where the homeless wallow in seed

Swallows his need for pride he can't hold his thin weight

So finds himself in a church to control his intake

Being judged by this father for trying to pave his way

He looks him in the eyes and asks 'hows your faith these days?'

I strive for betterment, he replies in tones with sentiment

'But I lost all faith in this God that I once saw heaven sent'

He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across

It's the sour taste of defeat on the street now all aim is lost

The pain and cost, for his mistakes

But never even really a sinner, its gonna be a long winter



It's gonna be a long winter (x2)



His frail body shudders as the winter wind passes through him

Thinking of all the people in his past that knew him, the shaft has screwed him

His heart is brewin for knowing what he must do

Is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew

One last shot for courage hits him then his eyes are blood red

Inside he sees a man living the life he once led

Forfeits in to the anger and torture within

He decides to pay back mankind for her sins

Jumps in his stolen car, grabs a needle from the glove box

Deciding that he never even really knew what love was

He kicks in the front door to catch em' havin' sex

Slams him to the floor then stabs her in the neck

She kicks and she screams so he beats her till shes slack-mouthed

Realising what he's done he stands dumbfounded, smacked out

Blacks out. Awakens in a holding cell knowing he can't see

Hope tommorow is spring



Time for regrowth (x3)



So with the first light of spring an officer removes his chains

His mood is pained as he re-enters the world his vision true again

Takes a step and says in a divine statement

'Anything lost can be found again except for time wasted'

He's right adjacent on a path to heal himself

Kicks the habit before he kills himself and feels his health

Returning in the mental and physical his intention to kick it all

Though a struggle when prevention is visable

Redemption isnt all its cracked up to be

He decides as he dreams of smackin up a key

On the brink of life or loss

Not knowing what he's holding

So before he fucks it up again somebody should have told him

No matter your status, fact is we all been humble

No matter the foundation all solid things can crumble

No matter the strength or length something sustained

It never stays the same thats simply what the seasons change

No matter your status, fact is we all been humble (UH)

No matter the foundation all solid things can crumble

No matter the strength or length something sustained

It never stays the same...

Thats simply what the seasons change