Portrait of the poet as a fucking asshole.

Were broken but were not defeated
Words are spoken but are not concrete, yeh
There’ s life for livin if we just believe it
We lie in graves but we don’t lie in dirt yet

We don’t have nothing or maybe just the opposite
Life’s a mountain and maybe you’re on top of it
Could be worse so I cant be at the bottom yet
It’s hard to tell with all the things Ive forgot, yeh

Were gonna pay, gotta pay just tell me what the cost is
Paid with emotions and they’ve all betrayed us

Were broken but were not defeated
Sounds like bullshit and im just not buying it
Im fucking broken and Ive been defeated
Don’t need your bullshit, go straight to hell kid

From the gutters and ashes rises this
Man apart yeah he’s a walking crisis
By his state of sober you know what the time is
The midnight hour breaks and hes a fine mess

For those at home recommend you don’t try this
We gotta pay, gonna pay and I know what the price is