When the world pronounced me dead
Put me in the grave
The cut off my legs
It was not long
I couldnt hold my mouth
I ran my head
I ran my head

Its strange to be around again
Things might have killed me
But not the bastard in the skies
I was fucking with the plan
Asking for it all,
Call it karma or guilt
Being dragged down the road
Call it wisdom or ignorance

But its still alive
And its in me now
And it lives and breathes
But, I cant give a fuck
Ive got a big mouth
And theres a lot to learn
From a bottle of whiskey
Its where you come from
(the south)

A remedy to the curse
Cold turkey, drop the bomb
On harder wares control
Suspend above, become one
Look at whats around
It may piss you off
It might be shit
But I just cant lie around
Feeling sorry for myself

I could care less
(from weed and whiskey)
I fell in front of my friends
I dropped out in front of the world
You call that supernatural?
I aint

Black wings will weather your flight
For some theres no second time
Following paths of your life
I stepped off the mountain to the sky

Watch your ass no
Its where you come from
Its where you come from