And when the underworld's

Best kept secrets

Saw it's own reflection

I knew things had finally changed

For better or worse

Whatever as always



Midlife fires start to burn

They burn down our worn protection

I won't take pictures from their frame

Whatever as always



With their hands that sold me everything

Slapped a price tag on my chest



Bit my tongue and shut my mouth

Tried to blend in with the rest

But I'm a square peg

I'm a sore thumb



And it seems to me this apathy

Kills the life and honesty

It will deepen industry



All these songs sound so damn good

Even if their meaning's hollow

Hollow words dry out your mouth

And you might find it hard to swallow all this shit that we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing

That no money can change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us



The songs we sung when we were just young

Have all but lost their meaning

But there's still a few things

Still a few things

Still a few things

That we keep on believing

Still a few things

There's still a few things

That we keep on believing



Shitty music just ain't worth makin'

Smiles and thank-you's just ain't worth faking

Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking

And if it's not broken we need to break it

There's no such thing as unconditional

No contracts bind you in the end

Make no mistake, this is a killing ground

Blood hungry and camouflaged as friends

Select yes

At the end of this mess

If you get there then it's your only fucking option left



These days I don't know

The people I'm supposed to trust

And I don't trust these people

That I'm supposed to know



The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust

Helped take everything and somehow you still know

And as the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings

And sell them all for blow

These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust

And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know

The handlebars on all my dreams they slowly start to rust

The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too

Now they sell them all for blow

I make music for myself, not for hand jobs from the upper-tier or their undeserved wealth

Here's to their failing fucking health



I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away

The world gets harder each and every day

Take your last bite before it crumbles away



There's something inside me I just have to say

Love nothing

Trust no one

Just live for the motherfucking day