So the battle ground is a border-town Do you want to come home? Is the gutter full of the pitiful? Do you want to atone? I can make all the poison go down Like a sweet wine You'll be just fine So we're bottled in We're shelved in Ashamed of ourselves We don't let it Will my life suit sacrifice? Know that I have but just one try Like a masochist I'm loving this The pain, the pain, the pain is bittersweet And the tyranny is taking me It's turning the screws I'm deserving, deserving of this