Every day is agony
Every step is a dagger plunging into me
No longer do I wish carry on
When a handful is just as effective
As a beautiful piece of lead
I wont still suffer this pain
When ive the nerve to
Take a few too many
The laughable means ive been given to cope
Will provide me a way through the smoke
Sometimes I think id rather suffer under Styx' brutal current
Than carry on for another moment
