Joy and Horror

I feel so alive
But life's not that fun anymore

BEHOLD
Ye old kid
As he throws another tire
on the trash fire
In a wasted bid

How can this be real
How can this be ok
Well it's not ok, man
It's not ok

Gimme a new language for recovery
This one just isn't working
All I see are angry men
Wrong and angry, broken men

They say you can't go home
I found that to be true
And after all the problems all the bullshit
All the things I've been through
I'll take a pale ride across the road
Cause this campfires growing cold

No more psycho mode
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling sick
You can normalize the pain
But you can't escape the schtick
I'll take a pale ride across the road
Tell pa I'm coming home

All the best of joys are born from misery
If you see me dancing, see me smiling
You know where I'll be
With that pale ride across the road
A dead man with no home