I keep a lighter in my pocket
Since the fall of 2005
I was there, waiting on a revelation
I was lucky to get out alive

I was looking for a name
For a place to begin again
Was I a man dreaming of a drug
Or a drug dreaming of a man?

Life or death

Transmissions from the liberation front
Broken English on invisible wires
So far gone, I didn't cast a shadow
I believed I was born a liar

I was looking for a name
For a place to begin again
I was a man losing his voice
For words misused and things unsaid

Life or death

Hard won the sweet and aimless morning
The second son who learned to speak by counting
Is moving on
Well, free of understanding

I was lucking to get out alive