Screaming At The Moon - Modern Life Is War

And I’m a kid with a history of confusion

The life that was pushed upon me

Was one I could never lead

Cause my candle burns at both ends

My problems never seem to end

Just like my footsteps in the vein of the American night

Just like the burning in my lungs

Just like the rocks in my guts

Just like I can’t get enough

With persistence of my vision

With this bottle in my hand

I bless the thieves who stole my masks

I wander this land and through it all…

I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…

Through moments of pain

I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…

Through moments of grace

I drag my chains, they don’t drag me…

Through untamed thoughts

I drag my chains, they don’t drag me

I walk right through

Cause my candle burns at both ends

My problems never seem to end

Just like my footsteps in the veins of the American night

Just like fire in my lungs

Just like the burning in my guts

Just like I can’t get enough

Only the madman is wise in a world of cold logical minds

I seed no shelter

I emerge unscathed

As propaganda rains down even harder

I become that much stronger

I walk right through