Sum 41

Take the pictures off the wall
Erase the thoughts,
Forget them all
The choice is yours to save yourself
Or in the hands of someone else
Oohhhh x4
Broken thoughts and alibis
Conscience disappears in time
Voices are all that I can show
And all that I have is a soul
Ohhhhhh x4
Yeeeeaaah!
Guess I don't have to feel,
Your deadbeat offering,
With a foot in the gutter,
And the other in the grave.
You've cursed your silver spoon so black
To die.
Well, what can I say?
I guess it's obvious you would end up this way,
When you live amongst the dead
The best of luck