| I might be doing alright | 
| I might be breathing clean air | 
| But I | 
| Can’t shake this feeling I have | 
| That I’m | 
| Living another man’s life | 
| I’m | 
| Holding the same position | 
| Still in the same condition | 
| Holding the same resentments | 
| Always the same | 
| Just further down | 
| I was born wrong | 
| I don’t worry much about it | 
| Born drunk | 
| But I don’t mind | 
| Worn down | 
| I fell in and out the system | 
| Turned out | 
| But I don’t mind | 
| Even though I feel the pieces | 
| Life’s just a time frame | 
| Working on the art of free fall | 
| Suspension of loyalty | 
| Blade flashing, eight seconds | 
| A life down a shower drain | 
| Weight dropping, forcefeeding | 
| Well it’s just a fucking jail | 
| If I tell myself they’re wrong | 
| Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it | 
| It’s always the same dull throb | 
| As if I’m somewhere else | 
| And I feel the same way now | 
| I heard you made it out | 
| Innocent or not | 
| Enjoy the long ride | 
| Down | 
| At the wrong place | 
| I got drunk and lost my temper | 
| One taste | 
| And I went down | 
| Rough break | 
| I got pinched and caught the full stretch | 
| But one day | 
| I walked out | 
| Even though I’ve lost the pieces | 
| Life’s not a bad thing | 
| Working on the art of free fall | 
| Suspension of self respect | 
| Four thousand, bi monthly | 
| My name off the pink slip | 
| Clean record, no zip code | 
| Their lives were a package deal | 
| If I tell myself I’m home | 
| If I close my eyes and focus | 
| I almost hear your voice | 
| Over there | 
| Somewhere else | 
| And I feel the same way now | 
| I hope you make it out | 
| Innocent or not | 
| Enjoy the long ride | 
| Down | 
| Well if I’ve waited too long | 
| I’ll find my own way out | 
| There is nothing worse than selling out | 
| For half your worth | 
| You can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to | 
| Draw closer | 
| Hey, I was dreaming of light | 
| I was stretched on a bunk | 
| I was almost there | 
| Hey, I was dreaming of air | 
| I was walking the yard | 
| I was almost there |