louie's living with a fire in his blood and it burns like a motherfucker i've picked him up off the ground when his cells were down and now its getting tougher to stay motivated when the ends in sight and the world keeps draging you down everyday is another fight things aren't the same cause he's not around sometimes life is like a circle pit you keep running round and round and sometimes you just fall down and fall flat on the ground sometimes life is like a pile of shit but one thing that stays the same is the mayhem and the pain that keeps running through my veins i watched my friend greg slip away with a bump and a bottle i watched him decay i could have tried to stop him yesterday now his ashes are floating in biscayne bay and i listen to the music we made everytime his face starts to fade apart of me died in the van that day on tour i missed his funeral by just one day