Dad came home in a body bag
He never had the chance to say goodbye
He was a good man, his veins soon pulsed with dissent
From what he'd learned right before he died

The cold reality of the rich sending the poor off
To fight a war for the corporate *****s
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said

Still stuck with addiction he numbs his mind
He wants to return to the time when he was young and blind
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said

He knew life would never be the same from here on out
He felt the storm coming in with those dark approaching clouds
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said

He's homeless now, he throws his mind away
And struggles with the thoughts of suicide and the end of days
He wants to see the end of this
This is the beginning of his concrete bed under a bridge

No, this is rock bottom, I can only go up from here
I'm looking ahead
And I think I'm ready to face what I've always feared

He screams out at the metropolis in front of him
This is where he learns to sink or swim
He turns to face a monster in front of him
That is the epitome of limiting

He takes the needle from his bedside
Gives it a look for the last time
It's the last time