When the world pronounced me deadput me in the grave
the cut off my legsit was not longI couldn't hold my mouthI ran my head
I ran my headIt's strange to be around againthings might have killed me
but not the bastard in the skiesI was fucking with the planasking for it all,
call it karma or guiltbeing dragged down the roadcall it wisdom or ignorance
But it's still alive and it's in me nowand it lives and breathes
but, I can't give a fuckI've got a big mouthand there's a lot to learn
from a bottle of whiskeyit's where you come from(the south)A remedy to the curse
cold turkey, drop the bombon harder wares controlsuspend above, become one
Look at what's aroundIt may piss you offIt might be shit
But I just can't lie aroundFeeling sorry for myselfI could care less
(from weed and whiskey) I fell in front of my friends
I dropped out in front of the worldyou call that supernatural?I ain't
Black wings will weather your flightfor some there's no second time
following paths of your lifeI stepped off the mountain to the sky
watch your ass noit's where you come fromit's where you come from
