What should I choose? What should I see? Should I choose what makes me free?
What should I choose? What should I feel? Should I choose what makes it real?

I pay to live and I've paid for all my dreams and I pray... Yeah I pray.

To a God that doesn't care.
To a God that will not care.
To a God that cannot care.
To a God that never cares.

... I don't know what is real.

What makes it real?

So full of hate, yet so full of desire. So full of pain... Yeah I feel pain.

I learnt well the lessons that you taught me and passed them on as my own.
I did it for you, I knew you'd be proud, Knew you'd understand: Another generation damned.
And so the spiral takes another turn, another twist in it's downward path, another cycle is complete.
Looking back, I wish you'd have died so that I may have lived.
I wanted to get off that downward spiral of violence...
But now, I'm going downward.