Children Of Bodom

For the reign I'm built, of ashame and guilt
I fall back and take a look
At myself and at what, I have done so far
At the bridge he's up and ready for light
No choice, to go,
Backward, you ass,
Ok, to us,
You're too cold to swing back
Going down I mark my way to hell deep to the obscurity
I play the Radio in everyway in my lifes insanity
Batter up again, "im going on" he said
Curled up on the floor