When it all comes down

There'll be nothing left to catch you but ground

It's calling your name and filling your head

With delusions of glory



Is that how you're gonna write your story?

Down in your time as a high-flying flame out?

Sucking on what's left of your trust fund?

Sucking on the end of a shot gun?



But there's more here than meets the eye

The real story is under the surface

We're all so in love with the artifice

We don't dare look too close



It's a blessing and a curse

Watch out, Eugene, you don't make things worse

Wild dreams come true, what to do then?

Confusion and glory



A man's got to think it all through

Got to do what you got to do

It's itching to conquer and take you

Itching to make a mistake out of you



It's a blessing and a curse

I wish it didn't hurt so much

I wish it didn't hurt so much

I wish it didn't hurt so much