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 something 
I'm still 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 was given
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 voices
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