(Spoken Word)      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 ran with the only information I was given.   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.