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So many ways of dying,
Too many things to lose.
Locked inside this house now,
Twisting my mind with the tube.
In times of troubles,
My sweaty shaking hands,
Wrapped themselves around my neck,
To kill what was left of this man.

Life's just a game that you have to play,
Gotta have a hand just to stay sane,
Why's it always seem I lose my turn?
Well, the game's gotten old and my brain is sore,
I still role the dice, but I can't keep score,
Still just a pawn, I await my crown.
My life lies on an old chess board,
I hide in the corners to avoid the storms,

All these people in the world,
They say their price for you.
You may think that you're a leader,
'Cause you made some rules.
You really love!
Love to hate,
Love to take,
From us!

Smoke a doob to my forehead.
It's in my mouth before I leave my bed.
Can't you see?
I gotta get stoned.
'Cause I'm just another Pothead.
Without a doob I'm totally lost.
Gotta score some bud,
Whatever the cost.

It makes me wonder sometimes.
If it's my mind or the world outside,
That makes me feel the way I do,
Not one single tear for you.
Against your head the bottle shattered,
I started to laugh but it didn't seem to matter... at all!
Riots broke out seconds later,
A thousand cops filled with hatred.