Crowns Of Creation

You're a fucking hustler; wearing crowns of creation
I was born a traveler
Spitting venom; I've been a hunter

I was on probation; you were on parole
When you're wrong, you're wrong... you know?
To error is human; to forgive divine
What's yours is yours; what's mine is mine

Life is hard; no one makes it out alive
Seek higher ground
No matter how bad it gets; there's someone worse off than you
Seek higher ground

Men are evil; all men are vain
Pride dies first within the grave
Worries are wasted; all cares put to ease
As the claw scratches us like fleas

Blood of the dog
A man is not a man without blood on his hands
These scars I've earned; I've earned on my own
Distant memories away from home

Life is hard; no one makes it out alive
Seek higher ground
No matter how bad it gets; there's someone worse off than you
Seek higher ground

The world goes by; you've gotta make it alone now
Work hard; count only on yourself
Seek higher ground

The world never fought for me
In fact it's been heartless 'til the end
With everyone helping me go down
And all the misery that's around
My blind vision
You'll all be dead by morning
My blind vision
Now all the blood is pouring

Life is hard; no one makes it out alive
Seek higher ground
No matter how bad it gets; there's someone worse off than you
Seek higher ground

The world goes by; you've gotta make it alone now
Work hard; count only on yourself
Seek higher ground

Disavow everything that they say
Disavow everything that they're about
Seek higher ground