The one thing we all want Is the one thing we can't get Totally consumed We take refuge in our meds But we've got the choice To choose the means In which we send Our bitter broken hearts To the bitter broken end I'm telling you something wicked This way comes Something wicked this way comes Take pride in what you've got And no mind to what you've not It's not the things you own But the means in which you sought In the end there is a prize That beautiful demise Well it's not about the journey It's about the struggle Keep the faith And fight the good fight There seems to be no amount Of driving all night To settle these thoughts In my wicked mind
