Madina Lake

On the Chicago River after dark
We watch the city lights tear the sky apart
The wind was blowing her hair around
As the scenery explodes, I'll tell you how
I fell into an old cliche
Always on the road, only halfway sane
No hospital can fix what I've become.
I've trapped myself in a ring of fire.
If I say I'm okay, I'm also a liar.
The only way out is through the pain.
(How am I gonna get through this?)
I got so low that I get high
Just to sit and watch the miles go by.
Now I'm cold and sweaty with a nauseous heart
I got a million addictions wearing me down.
I fell into an old cliche
Always on the road only halfway sane
No hospital can fix what I've become.
I've trapped myself in a ring of fire.