Looking down at my footsteps, fading to black
waiting for the first stoned memory
that's never coming back
Your mind is standing wide open, it's soaking up the sun
blinded by your own enemies, who can't see past their guns
How do you like it this way?
How do you do what you do?
How did you become someone who turns lies..into truths?
It's time that I made a clean getaway, it's time I disappear
There's no one worth understanding anyway,
at least not around here
Soldiers, they'll keep on coming, mile after mile after mile.
God bless me, the bullets say "I love you"
Did I see Satan smile?