Из альбома: Receiving the Gift of Flavor
Your life has turned for the worst, the worst is yet to come. The substance in your pipe designed to make you numb. You're going down in flames, oh yes, it's too late to change. Now I feel the rage.
I remember when we used to laugh, but time has spoiled our craft, so now I stay away. Why the question that is always asked, I won't be coming back. We'll go our separate ways.
I've seen you crack a smile, ain't so hateful after all turn back the hands of time to life when you were riding high. I think I understand, can't be involved in this plan. So now I clean my hands.
I remember when we used to laugh, but time has spoiled our craft, so now I stay away. Why the question that is always asked. I won't be coming back. We'll go our separate ways.
I watched your personality steer wrong off from reality. Can't get high enough to destroy all possibility. I've done the best I can. I'd even still be your friend.