The boatman came your way without warning
Other than that black spot in your lungs
In the end we're all blaming someone
No looking back again
Conspiracies melting your brain
Whatever it takes to make you feel safe
Lost love and a six pack of beer
You lay down and pray for another round
But the coughing, the hate and the fear
They won't let you go
Where would we be if life wasn't a chisel? Middle of nine
You're touched by god
That black hole ate all of your serotonin
And no one asks why you're ready to go
On the day my brother died the world started tilting
Middle of four, now three
Make you question it all
The plans you break
Cement my legacy
But the voices in your head say you're worthless
They won't let you go
But you were a slow march
This life ain't for choosing
There is no second draft
No happiness coming
You've been trying so long that you don't know why you're not smiling
It's a buck in the machine and you let the slots spin
Do you remember the look on my face when you told me you wanted to die?
Drive that car right off of the cliff as long as I wasn't inside
But you were a slow march
This life ain't for choosing
There is no second draft
No happiness coming
You've been crying your whole damn life and they dare ask why you're not smiling
It's a buck in the machine
You let the slot spin and beg let me down easy
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