You lived through Hell, now you're trying to die
The skin is healed, but you're bleeding inside
Shots fired just to numb the pain
There's no one left to save
Night blind on the shining path
Ghost walking in the aftermath
Hypnotized, 60 cycle hum
The broken cadence of a distant drum
21 to 1, I'm liking the odds
A blood junkie with a lightning rod
A dirty rig and heavenly nod
And still you wind up nowhere
Obliteration never looked so divine
Holding your breath for the moment in time