Exist to be the victim, focus on the fall
Your self-inflicted spotlight at the center of it all
Push away the outstretched hands, dig another hole
Sink deeper into the grave you've blinkered oh so well
Dwell in isolation, damaged to no end, loaded dice, another vice, another broken friend
Last chance, last card, another postcard from the edge, another dream to sell
The shadow of your former self grows weaker by the day
You choose your own destiny, f** that kind of life
Your grip on your own life gets weaker by the day, a victim of your destiny, f** that kind of life