The open road with a heavy load is a good place to begin
Treat you like a jagged knife on a newborn's skin
Keep composed 'cause no one knows the kind of mess you're in
Are you sure the hurt will cure your penchant for the sin

And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood
I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud
'Cause you're getting dead or getting tough

A king is crowned for the underground with every dawns ascent
You must choose the type of muse you'd force upon a friend
Coming down off every town is an awful way to live
You can't use your OD blues to straighten out your bends

And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood
I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud
'Cause you're getting dead or getting tough

And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood
I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud
'Cause you're getting dead or getting tough