[Solo - Mustaine]
He said he'd try just a little bit
[Solo - Mustaine]
He didn't want to end up like them
[Solo - Drover]
And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder
[Solo - Mustaine]
Pounding on the door to make the next score
Anything for a hit, any sin to pay for it
For that next bowl, he'd sell his soul
Spiral to destruction, it's too late to break the spell
He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell
Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies
His cause of death... high speed on burnt ice
Always looking at the ground, a broken, beaten man
Memories of his family are calling after him
He can hardly think, hardly walk
Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk
With just one hit the pain would go away
But he's dead if he does
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comShadow people follow him everywhere he goes
Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia grows