[Spoken Word]

So here we are at the end,
And at the same time we′re at the beginning
Of this misadventure.
Why I had to go down a dead end street
At 200 miles an hour
Screaming for vengeance and embracing death,
That′s still something I′m trying to figure out.
You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan
To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal.
But you know addicts, we think everything′s about us, don′t we?

Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted
I ran with the only information I could get.
I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism,
And my weapon of self destruction.
Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen.
Those are facts.
How I got there? That′s a story told by many voice.
It′s not my job to blame anybody anymore,
I just need to accept the path I was given.

This is, without a doubt,
My life... after death.