Screaming At The Moon

And I’m a kid with a history of confusion
The life that was pushed upon me
Was one I could never lead
Cause my candle burns at both ends
My problems never seem to end
Just like my footsteps in the vein of the American night
Just like the burning in my lungs
Just like the rocks in my guts
Just like I can’t get enough
With persistence of my vision
With this bottle in my hand
I bless the thieves who stole my masks
I wander this land and through it all…
I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…
Through moments of pain
I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…
Through moments of grace
I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…
Through untamed thoughts
I drag my chains, they don’t drag me
I walk right through
Cause my candle burns at both ends
My problems never seem to end
Just like my footsteps in the veins of the American night
Just like fire in my lungs
Just like the burning in my guts
Just like I can’t get enough
Only the madman is wise in a world of cold logical minds
I seed no shelter
I emerge unscathed
As propaganda rains down even harder
I become that much stronger
I walk right through