First one rent is hard to find,
We’re paralyzed, we apologize; our hell is a good life.
Last one run but where's my prize, under the lights?
Can we call it in when we're on the road?
Can we stop? When we stop,
My back will turn your face towards the fence.
What if what it was, it isn't now?
What if what it was, it isn't now?


All this weight is honest worse.
We’re moderate; we modernize 'til our hell is a good life.
All we know is to forget how to do right,
Colouring in the black hole. Can we stop?
When we stop my hands will shake,
My eyes will burn, my throat will ache,
Watching you turn from me towards your friends.

What if what it was, it isn't now?
What a thought it was it isn't
Punishment to stall what is done.
What a thought was in this, missing out.
What if what it was, it isn't now?

There’s a pattern in the system,
There’s a bullet in the gun.
That’s why I tried to save you, but it can't be done.
It can't be done.