stay up all night
trying to figure out your life
reading books and shit online
feel like you are running out of time
feel like you are sick and tired
sick of the fight
ain’t got no fight
remember when we used to be dumb and cool
we thought we were rebels and breaking rules
we got drunk and crazy
fucked bitches without condoms
threw up in somewhere and continued
believed in love and loved war
fought the good fight
saw an old friend
he’s got a nice car and a good job
i told him he seems lonely
he told me that everyone’s smiles have faded
thought to myself that they are all living in fear
conquered by fear
consumed by fear
look at me now
down and out
broke and proud
of this nobody i have become
wanna go to spain
and do iboga
my last hope
otherwise what’s the point?
if i will just fuck everything up
all the money in the world
can’t save me from myself
all the drugs in the world
are never gonna last
i just wanna be free at last
just wanna be free at last
just wanna be free at last…