To The Head

Cynicism kills the will to live
Success kills the soul
And if I were alive today
I would surely let it all go

Friends change quickly in a brutal world
But they never had the rights to me
"That's nice, it's great to meet you"
You're mine, invisibly

Let's tally up the damage
From all this negative energy
And if the fallout takes you out
You can lay all the blame on me
I let it go to my head

Crucified for intent of my crime
Enslaved with a ball and chain
Taking all the flak when I turned my back
It's driven me insane

That's right, I clawed my way to the top
I never listened to a word they said
And if I did it all their way
I know I'd be better off dead