So this is what it feels like when you finally lose your spark and this is what it feels like when you finally sober up The sentence was prison bars or army camoflauge Is it a real choice, get locked away or dodge dirty bombs And if words on a page could save my world, I'd write all day But words won't change mistakes or take away their consequences When I go I'll leave this note I've hit my all time low from my toes up to my throat I've hit my all time low I live life til I lost control and I've hit my all time low My last words carved out in stone and I've hit my all time low Either side feels like surrender but I have mouths to feed It's a prison cell block or a tour of the Middle East I'm inbetween just who I was and who I'm supposed to be the choice for me is wearing convict gray