The lines and the cuts and filling my sight, Will I ever come back from this terrible night? I see oppertunity on the horizon like a midnight flame, Maybe I should play the devils little game. For as the lepord has its spots, as I my weakness, Like a ghost in the night I overcome my meekness. To move close to the lines drawn upon the table, As I clear out my veins I just wasnt able, To see the truth in the broadcast blasting on the cable, This life will get better, is that fact or fable? Will I ever be happy again? Someone answer! Or ill just keep spinning in a circle like a ******* tiny dancer. And as my throat began to close, And my blood pressure rose, I feel this new life enter into my nose, I can feel my skin crawling underneath of my clothes, This feeling keeps grows as it enters my toes. But now what is happening? As I see the red tide. I can see my blood flowing, coming from the inside. I guess this is going to be my final ride, The paper curtains slammed shut, and in the dark the actors cried.