So here we are at the end,  And at the same time we're at the beginning  Of this misadventure.  Why I had to go down a dead end street  At 200 miles an hour  Screaming for vengeance and embracing death,  That's still something I'm trying to figure out.  You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan  To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal.  But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we?    Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted  I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism,  And my weapon of self destruction.  Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen.  Those are facts.  How I got there? That's a story told by many voice.  It's not my job to blame anybody anymore,  I just need to accept the path I was given.    This is, without a doubt,  My life... after death    these lyrics are submitted by hahaka3