No riches wait for him.
He’ll face out his battles out with nothing at the end.
He don’t mind stories missing pages.
Cover your eyes now don’t spoil the ending.
Although it’s hard to breathe.
Comfort medicine, don’t give me lies to take my sin.
Got it all wrapped up with the fingers of my friends.
I don’t need comfort medicine when I’ve got ink beneath my skin
To remind me of the places that I’ve been.