Chasing a lie a trip in your mind You sucked life right through your nose Digging your grave your pain turns to rage The mirror becomes your window You can't see the road and you can't read the signs You're trying to pass on a double white line Nothing's what it seems Prepare to kiss the ground Won't be the first won't be the last Racing to the end Can't get your second wind Wake up you're going nowhere fast Where whino's cringe on a canned heat binge They find their graves in the snow Where tigers growl and the junkies prowl In search of the much needed blow.