Straight out didn't know what to do
So I took out the crown
Started cleaning the room with some Pink Floyd
And I looked at the floor
I was hoping for more full canisters to help this

Pass out black tar
Bright star show me the way
I was too far gone ouldn't write anymore
This was respiration, desperation

Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of youth
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of youth

Hard lines forming on my face
It's a rapid pace it's a race to the end
I was too far gone couldn't fight anymore
So I'm closing the door and I'm moving on

Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of youth
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of youth