Straight out didn't know what to do
So I took out the crown
Started cleaning the room with some Pink Floyd
And I looked at the floor
I was hoping for more full canisters to help this
Pass out black tar
Bright Star show me the way
I was too far gone ouldn't write anymore
This was respiration, desperation
Chorus
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of Youth
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of Youth
Hard lines forming on my face
It's a rapid pace it's a race to the end
I was too far gone couldn't fight anymore
So I'm closing the door and I'm moving on.
Chorus
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of Youth
Artillery, charge
Dirt, assassins of Youth