Waiting for the day that it all does away.
Away, away.
Regret, clouded by insecurity, led me to places I can't see.
Repressed by memories, veiled by misery.
It's a dark hole with no escape, just blues down the drain.
Blues, down the drain.
Regret, Feedback, Feed.
Regret, Feedback, Feed.
Raised to be strong, born to die.
Break the fucking cycle, not for me to decide.
I've already passed, to the other side.
It's nothing but a hole, where I swallowed my pride.
Money breeds pigs.
Pigs breed filth.
Filth breeds disease.
We are immersed by our greed.
Feed the disease.