I could of woke yesterday in the grave
Could of choked on the smoke from my father's flame
There's no need to stoke, there's a southern wind blowing this way
Dare me to do it, I'll go
I'll trade these pound of flesh
For a miserable ghost
And not much will change
But the way that you see me will though

And I see it complete in my head
And I don't believe but I like to pretend
That the war inside me will kill the man I have been

Sickness has poisoned my time
And I searched for a cure
And it blinded my sight
And I'm almost sure
That I've had my fill for one life
Everything good was a lie
All my friends turned to snakes
And love turned to spite
And I held the blame
Cause you couldn't carry its size

And I see it complete in my head
Now I don't believe but I like to pretend
That the war inside me will kill the man I have been
That this war inside me will kill the man I have been