Born unto trouble and the pressure never gets to him
But the pain wasn't listening
He's gotta get back on the horse
Even though it's gonna kick him off again
He's got whisky on his breath
Knows he brought it on himself
No matter where he's been
Cause the devil always wins
In a daze of subconscious choice
Perpetuate the vicious cycle
Surrounded by people he loves
Till he finds his place in the sky
Or buried deep and fast asleep
These hands hold all there is to know
Will make ruin of everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
His lot cast yet unforeseen
Born unto trouble and his hope is now a vestige
Took the right pill but the pain wasn't listening
He's gotta get back on the horse
Even though the wheel will spin around and round
He's got whisky on his breath
Cause he knows he still has time
The curtains always close
In a daze of subconscious choice
Perpetuate the vicious cycle
A boredom that numbs to the bone
Till he finds his place in the sky
Or buried deep and fast asleep
A cry from soil down below
Will bring ruin to everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
His lot cast yet unforeseen
These hands hold all there is to know
Will make ruin of everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
His lot cast yet unforeseen
These hands hold all there is to know
Will make ruin of everything