louie's living with a fire in his blood
  and it burns like a mother fucker
  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