Letra da Música Criminal de Last Week

nothing is clear and I feel like I’m set up to lose.
is there direction or am I just easily confused?
people may say that there’s a bright road that i'm going down
but the beaten path is the only road that I have found,
and the voices come to me at night.
it's got to be criminal,
it's about time to let go,
it's got to be criminal to hate the life that you have come to know.
the voices come to me at night.
i'm not taking things for granted i’m taking a stance.
things could end tomorrow so i can’t pass up this last chance.
focus a picture that’s so blurred i can’t make out a face
i’ll never lose sight of all the things that i can’t replace.
sometimes i beat myself to death with these stupid thoughts.
will i be six feet deep to pay the cost?
now I feel like I can bare the weight and make things right,
and now I can beat myself in my fight.