Don't know where we're going Forgot where I came from Idle eyes compromise Over, out, and done
But believe when ya hear of my dyin' It's from seein' what that curtain's been hidin' But put me in my will, me in my will And leave nothin' for ya, my friend
Does anyone else here fear what we've become? It might be wise to shield your eyes from the sun of perdition
Check the receipts for the friends you buy You don't get no refund, cos you bought your own lies
Ain't it strange how ya find it surprising when your regard starts declining? And the hole that ya still scream can't be filled couldn't be any more boring
It's better to bitch and moan 'til you're gray, than to burn out and fade away I want off, stop the ride Thank you, good buy