Let me tell you a story about a backfired rocketship Some trees just can't bloom if the seed of potential never splits Some trees just can't bloom They never will Born to a life of a briught future with every chance to excel Instead he took this fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills He'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moment's satisfaction Sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to a lifetime of addiction In the dark night, he tries to remember a future once so bright "It won't happen to me, it won't happen to me, it won't happen to me" Thats what they always fucking say The man who thinks he's above misery, hurt and harm and pain is the man who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains of a neverending abyss, of an artificial bliss And he lives just like a slave for giving his life away for nothing