i never did lose a battle but i'm feeling further from the end of war deplored ignored and rarely ever self assured why does it seem the ones who have everything have nothing inside? nothing inside
i don't sleep anymore i gave it up because what we do is not enough and now they're calling out our bluffs have you done a single thing for someone else? or do you take take take until your belly is stuffed?
how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? before they call your bluff and watch you fall? i don't know but i'd like to think i had control at some point but i let it go and lost my soul sit tight but the revolution's years away i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite oh! to have died that night i realized it wouldn't last! our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass the final mayday of our sinking ship had come at last oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from and everybody's laughing loud your last chance to make your mother and your father proud