Born Feet First

God damn, can I get a witness? Try and talk to god, but he
don’t listen. Pain marches to its own rhythm. So if you listen
closer you can hear what I’m feelin. Oh god, I’m losing control.
Fire in my eyes & my skin too tight. The pain is callin, I’m
coming home... Still bitter and cold for no reason. Still
going to war with my demons. Still the son of my father.
Born feet first baptized in vodka. Paranoid and I don’t wanna
show it. Got the shakes and I can’t control it. Hit the brakes I
don’t know where I’m going. And man in the mirror?
Man, I don’t even know him. Oh god I’m losing control. Haven’t
eaten in 10 days, you can feel my rib cage. Trust me we are
not the same.