They may not be my friends but they are my brothers.nWe may be going to hell but we'll be going together.nJust how much things have changed with time, has really started to blow my mind,nAnd I couldn't win at friggin losing.nThe only thing that's changed is my excuses, the only prize I've gained is other losers.nAnother day, another nail, a pound of flesh lumped on the scale,nMy light at the end of the tunnel was just a trick of the eye.nI'm neck deep in a hole I've dug with every word I've said andnEvery face I've loved, I think I'll hit that alarm and just roll back in my grave.nSwimming like a brick in an ocean of fucked, waiting for death like a friggin bus.nI'm scraping the barrel just to poison my mind.nMy heart's barely beating and my brain is shot this piss poor outlook's all I got.nThe man said Boy all that sex and booze is gonna kill you.nAnd I said Man I sure hope so, it would be a bitch to think I was wasting all this time.,nTrying to blur my thought, trying to dull my mind.n