| And when the underworld’s
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| Best kept secrets
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| Saw it’s own reflection
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| I knew things had finally changed
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| For better or worse
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| Whatever as always
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| Midlife fires start to burn
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| They burn down our worn protection
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| I won’t take pictures from their frame
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| Whatever as always
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| With their hands that sold me everything
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| Slapped a price tag on my chest
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| Bit my tongue and shut my mouth
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| Tried to blend in with the rest
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| But I’m a square peg
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| I’m a sore thumb
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| And it seems to me this apathy
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| Kills the life and honesty
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| It will deepen industry
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| All these songs sound so damn good
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| Even if their meaning’s hollow
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| Hollow words dry out your mouth
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| And you might find it hard to swallow all this shit
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| That we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing
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| That no money can change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us
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| The songs we sung when we were just young
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| Have all but lost their meaning
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| But there’s still a few things
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| Still a few things
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| Still a few things
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| That we keep on believing
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| Still a few things
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| There’s still a few things
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| That we keep on believing
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| Shitty music just ain’t worth making
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| Smiles and thank-yous just ain’t worth faking
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| Some assholes' hands ain’t worth shaking
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| And if it’s not broken we need to break it
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| There’s no such thing as unconditional
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| No contracts bind you in the end
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| Make no mistake, this is a killing ground
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| Blood hungry and camouflaged as friend
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| Select yes
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| At the end of this mess
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| If you get there, then it’s your only fucking option left
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| These days I don’t know
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| The people I’m supposed to trust
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| And I don’t trust these people
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| That I’m supposed to know
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| The handlebars on my dreams, they slowly start to rust
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| Helped take everything and somehow you still know
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| And as the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings
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| And sell them all for blow
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| These days I don’t know these people that I’m supposed to trust
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| And I don’t trust these motherfuckers that I’m supposed to know
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| These handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust
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| The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too
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| Now they sell them all for blow
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| I make music for myself, not for handjobs from the upper-tier or their
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| undeserved wealth
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| Here’s to their failing fucking health
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| I don’t mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking
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| away
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| The world gets harder each and every day
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| Take your last bite before it crumbles away
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| There’s something inside me I just have to say
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| Love nothing
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| Trust no one
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| Just live for the motherfucking day |