Artillery

It just isn't what you do - that - leads you where you are
Excuses I have heard - over - from you
If you really would you - might just have a chance
If you really could - you - might just have a hope
Your life - your song - isn't worth a damn
So go - escape - do the best you can
This place looks so familiar, you've been here before
Every little brick you know, you're back once more
Struggling hard to keep away, from this your private hell
Knowing it's no use to kry, escaping from this spell
All through the years, fighting to survive
Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive
All things that you could have done, pounding in your head
Now you're back where you belong, wishin' you were dead