Nervous Breakdown - American By Birth, Cursed By The Grace Of God lyrics

I wouldn't lie if today was gold, but i don't care what the f** tomorrow holds. everything good just turns to sh**, that's the way i've learned to cope. for me... reality has no f**ing hope. love just dies, or f**s your friends. i know how it'll end. i stay(ed) loyal, my word pristine. today's gold is tomorrows garbage, the future is looking old. it's hard to hold your head up so high when there's nothing up in the sky