For every method of self-abuse And lives stolen through directed use For every cleverly disguised noose And victims left unable to choose All the problems that you can't face The mistakes that you want to escape And the regrets you try to erase Still exist at the end of the day Nothing standing in my way No path to an early grave I hold in contempt Profit from addiction Targeted from birth No concern for those afflicted For every loved one i've watched decay And everything that stands in my way For every path to an early grave... Straight edge - the choice remains.