let me tell you a story about the man who loved to play with fire      he's the backfired rocketship, he's the seed that never splits      some trees just cant bloom....they'll never      born in a life of oppurtunity with every chance to excel      insted took his fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills      he'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moments satisfaction      sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to his agonizing life      of addiction      in the dark night, he tries to remember a future so bright      "it wont happen to me, it wont happen to me, it wont happen to me"      thats what they always fucking say.      the man who thinks hes-above misery and hurt and harm and pain      is the main who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains      in chains      in chains      in chains of a neverending abyss      in chains of an artificial bliss      and he lives just like a slave      for giving his life away for nothing.