you re a fucking hustler wearing crowns of creation i was born a troubler spitting venom i ve been a hunter i was on probation you were on parole when you re wrong you re wrong you know to err is human to forgive divine what s yours is yours what s mine is mine life is hard no one makes it out alive seek higher ground no matter how bad it gets there s someone worse off than you seek higher ground men are evil all men are vain pride dies first within the grave worries are wasted all cares put to ease as the claw scratches us like fleas blood of the dog a man is not a man without blood on his hands these scars i ve earned i ve earned on my own distant memories away from home life is hard no one makes it out alive seek higher ground no matter how bad it gets there s someone worse off than you seek higher ground  the world goes by you ve gotta make it alone now put that shit on the shelf and become a man work hard count only on yourself seek higher ground the world never fought for me in fact it s been heartless til the end with everyone helping me go down and all the misery that s around my blind vision you ll all dead by morning my blind vision now all the blood is pouring disavow everything that they say disavow everything that they re about seek higher ground 