Life After Death

So here we are at the end,And at the same time we're at the beginningOf this misadventure.Why I had to go down a dead end streetAt 200 miles an hourScreaming for vengeance and embracing death,That's still something I'm trying to figure out.You know a part of me thinks this is some big master planTo expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal.But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we?Man it got so convoluted, polluted, and distortedI ran with the only information I was given...I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism,And my weapon of self destruction.Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen.Those are facts.How I got there? That's a story told by many voices.It's not my job to blame anybody anymore,I just need to accept the path I was given.This is, without a doubt,My life... after death.