I ran my luck out again
I drove it like I stole it
till the tires wore thin
This road I'm driving is as deep as I'm in
I have more than one addiction
this poses as a problem
i can't submit to admit that i got 'em
Distracted in transactions
in transit from cash bins
test drive or crash test
and I can't tell you what happens next
but i know i can't be worth anything less
Oh and I am the cursed
cause i am the voice in my head
that makes this hard for myself to understand
to be born to die for something thats been unsaid
don't say that their damned if they haven't broken in
no they haven't broken in
no we're not broken
self repented savior
who can't make amends
bounded in beauty of dirt
better pile it in
Ive said it twice and Ill say it again
if we haven't broken in
then we're not broken