Trade back highs and lows within the blink of an eye 

 Have you ever been burnt so bad? You swore this would be the last.

 I never could’ve escaped it I didn’t wanna be seen. 

 How did it all happen so fast? The only choice left for me…outlast, 

 

 Rather be here now more than ever, feed the doubt until you figure how to lock it in. 

 There’ll always be the thrill of it.

 Messed up, pissed off, build on it ’Cause maybe it looks better with a stain on it. 

 Until you figure how to lock it in There’ll always be the thrill of it 

 

 I figure if it’s possible. We’ll find it in this miserable… 

 I figure if it’s possible. We’ll find it in this miserable…it’s somewhere in this miserable… 

 

 Face the source

 When to hold, when to fold, I best not forget.