Loaded down ready to end it all.   Coming this far can't be a nothing.   Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes.   Martyrs this blood makes.   Digging the graves for the valleydale saints.   Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine.   Such a sweet goodbye.   Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of.   You're laying silent but I thought you ruled this town.   Never second guess revenge.   Not much for fast lines, to me it's just a ride.   Knowing your burning tonight.   Sympathy's for the weak.   Born to make false models become one with their disease.   A psychotic dream you hear him calling.   The Lord helps those who seek relief.