thirteen years old addicted to cigarettes and both his parents were scared to death when he walked through the door baptized at twelve laughed it off and swore he pissed in the water that had cleansed his soul we d been breaking into cars taking stereos and there he goes down the alleyway shit s not the same i miss the days when violence and carelessness were no expense but shit s not the same your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction and do you remember the time you took 100 bucks from your momma s purse and we were so excited but you came and got your older brother to buy us some beer and it was so clear i fucking hate myself for letting you get hooked on all the shit that you were on i promise you next time i ll be strong i cherish you i remember every time you bailed me out and it s safe to say i won t be bailing now your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction woah woah woah woah woah woah your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction  your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction your heart may beat but you re not alive and it makes me sick to see you all strung out desperate you take what you ve been deprived happiness in self destruction so i just want to let you know i understand why you want to part ways money means a lot to you and i don t write the words you want me to say you may have a nice house and friends who will hang out with you cause they know you will buy them rounds but just remember that your bank account won t come with you when you re put down in the ground you won t shut me up i have a vision and a voice a story to tell and it will be told you have no choice so you can keep our 12 royalty cheques cause i doubt i see them anyway i ll keep dressing and writing and saying whatever the fuck i want to say you manipulate the vulnerable and use them to your advantage and i refuse to associate myself with a crook but i ll try to manage my anger and harsh thoughts cause they ll get me sidetracked i just hope that this gives the next group of kids with a dream a little heads up before sign their souls away in a contract1