To The Head - Idiot Stare

Cynicism kills the will to live

Success kills the soul

And if I were alive today

I would surely let it all go

Friends change quickly in a brutal world

But they never had the rights to me

«That's nice, it’s great to meet you»

You’re mine, invisibly

Let’s tally up the damage

From all this negative energy

And if the fallout takes you out

You can lay all the blame on me

I let it go to my head

Crucified for intent of my crime

Enslaved with a ball and chain

Taking all the flak when I turned my back

It’s driven me insane

That’s right, I clawed my way to the top

I never listened to a word they said

And if I did it all their way

I know I’d be better off dead