There's something in the attic behind the door he has no motivation anymore
all his promises are forgotten... a forgotten once good well known remedy
because now he chose the bottle not himself and brought all his flaws back from the past
now he's back where he was two years ago
another symptom of disease he returns to his life back on the streets
a lonely man he holds a bible in his left hand and the bottle in his right
as the cars go down the street he closes his eyes as he goes to sleep now
the one place left for him to go just like it was two years ago...
two years ago he was alive now a broken man he's torn apart inside
his final request he now shall have... a final fatal step off of the overpass.