Welcome to the longest of falls.
Shut my head down and run and bash through all you are.
I can't feel my grip on anything at all.
This common truth that I can't ignore:
I've always been less then I thought or hoped for.
Can't find my way around even when all surrounds me,
Promotes me, helps me live.
This stupidity leaves me as the fuck-up I'll never forgive.
Welcome to the longest of falls.
It wakes up everyday, looks in the mirror,
And spits right in my fucking face.
Defined by what I own, A broken soul without a home.
Just skin and bones, A broken soul without a home.
And now its jaws rip open wide, As nature dies, As my soul cries:
"Welcome to the longest of falls"
