I'm tired of all the reflex set me up then break me up
All those empty promises designed to piss me off
You're gonna get yours in the end thats when your head gets soft
I can't believe no simpathy no recourse for the dead
Out of adriatic into nothingness instead
I'm through with this cause i can't watch the world from my bed
I'm history to this city i'm gone though you can't tell
Sommersaults in body bags just like a frozen hell
Ex-patriot self-exhiled got no more me to sell