The Last Exit
False whispers have led your finger
To point the blame at everyone but yourself
How dare I rain on your parade, spoil what you've become
Admit has held you afraid to say 'I told you so'
With alcohol to lay you down to sleep
Pray that your own fault won't come back to haunt you
Epiphany will watch you weep
From failure that became true
Regret will pursue
Writer/s: Kyle Mazlik, Jason Pope, Justin Mazlik, Mike Hale
