Visitor, come to my room
And see all the trash I′ve made
Stay a while, I'm on the verge of laying it down
A vagabond and all his trash in search to find his crown
Your mind is like a candle stick
And my ambitions are constantly burning out
I′d hate to rain on your parade
But everything you know is taken by this flood
You were blind but there's no hope
Dig a hole but there's no blood
Who am I to pretend?
And who am I to recommend there is something less
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor
And cut your eyes out?
Find me, oh Saint, I′m bending
Breaking at my knees praying
I′m exposed, this earth has taken pride
In seeing my most vulnerable state
Well, I find no humor
In letting yourself stray away
From those pictures
When they cause you to see shame in yourself
Well, you can run from your problems
But they'll follow you like a trend
One shot to forgetting
Six shots to falling in the end
I was the king of kings, I stand for one rule and one rule for myself
As a man, I will fall, and as my son, you′ve watched it all
Behind every mask lies a man
Who can't live in his own skin
He lives by the flask
He bathes in his past
And he dies by his own sins
