Sometimes a man with nothing good left to die for
Can live with nothing to lose

Scars on my hands, skin windows stare into nowhere
A man with nothing to lose
Long years and days all blur in broken slow motion
Pills and cheap bitter booze
Glass shards and bloody stains on the floor
This world is rotten right to core

I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
Keep pushing the pain back down inside
Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
Keep hunting the peace I've been denied

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