Let me tell you a story about a backfired rocketship Some trees just can't bloom if the seed of potential never splits Some trees just can't bloom They never will Born to a life of a briught future with every chance to excel Instead he took this f**ing chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills He'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moment's satisfaction Sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to a lifetime of addiction In the dark night, he tries to remember a future once so bright "It won't happen to me, it won't happen to me, it won't happen to me" Thats what they always f**ing say The man who thinks he's above misery, hurt and harm and pain is the man who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains of a neverending abyss, of an artificial bliss And he lives just like a slave for giving his life away for nothing