Hell bent on destruction
He hits the road alone
Nothing attached to hold him back
Just a sin filled past to atone

liquor is strong on his breath
Hair of the dog on his wounds
Fiery eyes reveal darkness inside
he'll carry that weight to his doom

Most days hes feeling better
but tonight hes doing worse
when verse wont work he starts the search
to escape the ceaseless thirst

When the night is over
bridges burning in his wake
he steps right over ashes
and think of the coals hell rake

on the hunt for good distractions
He knows just where to knock
In the next fight or a new love
Just another chaos