Dead Man - Of Virtue

When you're stuck right under the thumb of the devil it's hard to make the choice to live or die
Or just stay stuck right bettween where the sunset's and where the whiskey collides
A place where the only clothes on your back smell of sewer heat and sweat
And your cold dry face is caked in dirt and grease
It's getting colder outside and you start to believe it might never change the cold city streets
These cold city night
This cold city heart
We're a generation of young men and women struggling to get the best we can
Trying to outlive the failures of the past dying to make a change that you can truly see
Living for the moment when feeling right doesn't seem so impossible
But the harder you push it only hurts worse when you fall again '
Just let it be known that when the sky turns grey you tried your best
Just never tried hard enough to believe it
Most of the time there's nothing we can do to change the ways our days have tangled
Themselves up in the fence and vines that we hide behind
We stress and frustrate the sunlight away by the time night falls we lay awake and ache
For tomorrow destiny might show its face
For the first time in my life
Although we have lost ourselves along the way
The stars above the sea will guide us home
It's being born the only one with eyes the rest of the world is blind
But then you realize you have nothing to hide
It's like having wings preparing to fly out of this sh*t that we call our lives
But then you realize you're afraid of heights
Dead man live again