louie's living with a fire in his blood   and it burns like a mother fucker   I've picked him up off the ground when his   cells were down and now its getting   tougher to stay motivated when the ends   in sight and the world keeps draging you   down everyday is another fight things   aren't the same cause he's not around   sometimes life is like a circle pit you keep   running round and round and sometimes   you just fall down and fall flat on the   ground sometimes life is like a pile of shit   but one thing that stays the same is the   mayhem and the pain that keeps running through   my veins I watched my friend Greg slip away   with a bump and a bottle I watched him decay   I could have tried to stop him yesterday now his ashes   are floating in Biscayne Bay and I listen to the   music we made everytime his face starts   to fade apart of me died in the van that day   on tour I missed his funeral by just one day