Pass-out, black-out Trying to remember Wake up still fucked up "Never again" - You're lying to yourself It's a vicious circle: It won't be long before my time is gone Engulfed by booze It's the path I choose I walk a crooked line And I do it all the time My edge is bent not straight My hands remain unscarred Dependant I'm not - I don't need - I want There is a difference But your closed mind blinds you Straight edge-closed mind You don't know my kind Straight edge-closed mind You're blind