i don t regret time i spent spilling problems down my neck blood of christ gone straight to my head likeminded negative influences you ve probably heard it before but i ll say it again i ll put my trust in poison the smoke signals it s time for change the smoke signals will you rescue me we re all fathers to a grave we ll kill ourselves in our own way and mothers to a faith that let s us learn from our mistakes we ll always just remain the serving saviours off our nose to spite our face still i m no better off than i was still at the bottom no matter how high we are still at the bottom no matter how high the smoke signals as i lay below the smoke signals tearing at my throat and i m spitting blood won t rest compulsive dependant on delusion i m getting tired of the same excuses i set myself to self destruct because the truth hurts too much i ll sleep in recovery facing the devil s smile  still i m no better off than i was still at the bottom no matter how high a heart full of love that i lost a hand full of hope that ll get me by all our needs will fade we ll sleep in recovery suffer to save this is my request for forgiveness my blood has spilled i confessed to my demons and they don t regret a fucking thing