As good as it tastes, as real as it feels
Your trembling fingers are ready to squeal
How do you turn away from everything you stole?
Is there another way to climb out of that hole?
Trying your patience, you're wasting your days
You're stuck in neutral while they're paving the way
It's cold and it's lonely, it's stuck on the heels
It's nothing exciting when you're sick of the spiel
How do you turn away from everything you stole?
Is there another way to climb out of that hole?