Texty: Brand New Sin. Recipe For Disaster. Freight Train.

Times I didn?t care
In a life of despair
Living without thought or remorse
My hatred throwing life off course

World spins out of control
How to get back I don?t know
Better hold on real tight
Right becomes left wrong become right

Whoa God help me
I?m like a runaway train and there ain?t no turning back
Whoa can?t trust me
Cause I?ll just smile to your face then I?ll stab you in the back

Heads down
Distress
Eyes Cold
Faceless
In my head and in my chest
Short breathes no time to rest