Is it all that you need to get by, to feel good, satisfied that you did what you could.
It works itself out, works itself out.
Just, is it time to take a look at what happened. All bound by the shame
When you made the mistake of reacting, to reaction.
You put your thoughts into the shape of a weapon
All you did was learn a terrible lesson
That you can sell me out again
Sell me out again
There is a thought that drifts away it's an echo of memory replaced by distractions, to distraction. (vocals)
You can sell me out again
Sell me out again