This place won't change at all It keeps my shoulders down from standing tall If chance is all I lack I'm never coming back From the bottom Dear Mom and Dad- are you proud? True it's been some time since I've seen solid ground They've made me everything you're not But here I sit and rot At the bottom I lick my wounds once more Remind me what it is we're fighting for If peace is all we need I'll take my hate and greed To the bottom What is this that I've found? I'll give my flesh pound for pound A house that's made of rock Won't turn out just how I thought At the bottom