The idea of sobriety used to be insanity
Until they put me in a cage and threw away the key
Locked up, i started coming down
Rocket man, returning to reality
No longer warping between space and time
Just a bunch of time in a small space
lost in history
Started to realize i was my own worst enemy
Unhappy with life,unsatisfied with my so called wife
Began curing my symptoms artificially
Making craters within me
Running to nowhere
Losing myself in a cloud of dust
Forgetting what my life was all about
Everything i knew was upside down
My strengths became my weakness' and my weakness was so powerful
making money from the poison, and ingesting it for free
seemed so lucrative at the time being
Money and drugs had abolished me
Devoured by the incubus in my dreams
totally discnnected from reality
Hit rock bottom

What's lost can always be found
Now rock bottom has become my new foundation
barely living outside of memories
I have a second chance at living
Sobriety is no longer an idea, its a sensation
Eating properly,becoming healthy, and getting stronger daily
My nights belong to dreaming, no longer fiending
My futur is no longer carved in stone
Im regaining control and will leave my futur to the unknown