Il testo della Life after death

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 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.