• Look out to the sky see our dream come alive
    Feeling I can just fly away from my problem today
    making this all seem like a reality
    comfort is the killer and dissapointment around the corner with fatality.
    Marriage is the sin that frames from within
    Once happy and cheerfull in this tip top place
    Only to come thrashing to your body and anger in haste

    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where the bodies are in yours their dreams and livlihood is pure
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where forward is the only running pace
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Until you hit the brick wall first slamming to your face and your looking for more

    Now you hit to the middle sacrifices must be made
    No more satelite or web and your food is out of date
    Debt crashing you down, from your skull to your waste
    gravitys feeling stronger and you cant stand up or walk in straights
    though you had a family, a dog and a place but that's lookin nomore
    Your families breakin away because your a** is too poor
    Now your sittin wasting life with drinkin the beers
    Thrown into the ******** dumpster and now livin for years.

    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where the bodies are in yours their dreams and livlihood is pure
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where forward is the only running pace
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Until you hit the brick wall first slamming to your face and your looking for more

    Where's the man who was 'The Man'
    Where has he gone it's the past
    Sulking in his or rot and finally beat down at last
    relinquishing thoughts of suicide
    untouched by a friendly hand
    breaking down and has cried
    his fingers on the trigger only has one bullet thats live.
    memories flashing across his mind in a twisting vertigo
    bullet flies through the mouth and out the throat
    he wished it quick he wished it fast
    now laying in his own blood still awake and well alive
    thirty minutes finally cold at last
    How slow and painful this life was now the end is near the reapers grasp.

    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where the bodies are in yours their dreams and livlihood is pure
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Where forward is the only running pace
    So you make it to the top to where you can't stop
    Until you hit the brick wall first slamming to your face and your looking for more

    This was a story of a man, who had the dream
    succede it fully and meet the unhappy end to now be deemed
    to an eternity in heaven or hell
    now only time will tell.