Counted out, where do I go?
Full of doubt, where'd my mind go?
I'll seek within but what do I know?
Repeat my sins and let the vines grow

Plagued by hate, I tried to bring the best things out of me
No saving grace, I'm trying not to see those things in me

Back to Philly, back to city streets
Back to looking back at everything you didn't see
Back to dwelling, back to dreading
Back to shaking, my hands were steady

Plagued by hate, I tried to bring the best things out of me
No saving grace, I'm trying not to see those things in me