on the path of life i wish you well with urgent chariots we will meet again in hell i kept my head down and moved on til every friend i d known was gone then one day i was not alone everything had changed everything was strange everything had changed everything was strange when in rags and when in wealth a solemn promise never to give too much of myself despite the hopeful words i ve said i ve lived my life inside my head i hold my breath and count to ten i hate it now hated it then seen it all before a failure and a bore that s what friends are for  so it seems i must have won as i survey the ashes of the damage that i ve done everyone i ve ever known is just as closed off and alone 