Awakening
Kirk Windstein, Crowbar
No more white line fever, no more counting change
Eternal slumber calling me
Awakening a bold new rage
Buried in the bottle, lost what I was thinking
A decade plus of hard abuse
A lonely man left weak and sinking
The truth won't always shine on you
Happiness ain't money, happiness ain't greed
Have the strength to dig the hole
And have the balls to plant the seed