Visitor, come to my room

And see all the trash I′ve made

Stay a while, I'm on the verge of laying it down

A vagabond and all his trash in search to find his crown

Your mind is like a candle stick

And my ambitions are constantly burning out

I′d hate to rain on your parade

But everything you know is taken by this flood

You were blind but there's no hope

Dig a hole but there's no blood

Who am I to pretend?

And who am I to recommend there is something less

Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor

And cut your eyes out?

Find me, oh Saint, I′m bending

Breaking at my knees praying

I′m exposed, this earth has taken pride

In seeing my most vulnerable state

Well, I find no humor

In letting yourself stray away

From those pictures

When they cause you to see shame in yourself

Well, you can run from your problems

But they'll follow you like a trend

One shot to forgetting

Six shots to falling in the end

I was the king of kings, I stand for one rule and one rule for myself

As a man, I will fall, and as my son, you′ve watched it all

Behind every mask lies a man

Who can't live in his own skin

He lives by the flask

He bathes in his past

And he dies by his own sins