I know it gets fucking exhausting just tallying the costs
and counting all the change you get on the one free hand
that's not holding that gun to your head

Wake up with an order to stand down from somewhere above
and try to figure out why it is you hate to be loved
and what you wanna be if you grow up...

Resignations that you learn by rote
like oh so slowly cutting your own throat
when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote

Is it all just self made sabotage,
shoot straight up in the air, stand and await the barrage,
is this for real or just another mirage,
wrenching away in this three chord garage?

Everybody gets just one, for some they come to fast,
and all thats left is a tape, a hollow voice from the past,
a misery blitz then a click and a blast...

Resignations that you learn by rote
like oh so slowly cutting your own throat
when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote

a revolution burned note by note and in return you learn who's the turncoat
when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote

Floater in the wreckage but you don't have to be,
pick a direction start to paddle or stay lost at sea,
flounder in the shallows so aimlessly
or you can take a breath and plunge into the darkest deep,
yeah only one thing in this world that's gonna save your life,
staring back from the mirror every day and night,
the only one who'll understand your plight,
the only one who'll be there if you ever get it right...