Written by: Kyle Carlson

Human lives are so sporadic
Especially when you're an addict
Addicted to spitting blood straight through the static
The days are so emphatic
The nights are so erratic
Keep an eye over your shoulder 'cause nothings automatic
The story's so enigmatic
A brief moment you're ecstatic
The next, you're barricading yourself up in the attic
'Cause the pain you feel is too charismatic
And the life you live is too problematic
But just live for tomorrow 'cause human lives are so sporadic