Solo - Mustaine
He said he'd try just a little bit
Solo - Mustaine
He didn't want to end up like them
Solo - Drover
And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder
Solo - Mustaine
Pounding on the door to make the next score
Solo - Drover
Anything for a hit, any sin to pay for it
For that next bowl, he'd sell his soul
Spiral to destruction, it's too late to break the spell
He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell
Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies
His cause of death... High speed on burnt ice
Solo - Mustaine
Always looking at the ground, a broken, beaten man
Memories of his family are calling after him
He can hardly thing, hardly walk
Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk
With just one hit the pain would go away
But he's dead if he does
Solo - Drover
Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Drover
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes
Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia grows
Solo - Mustaine