Anti-Depressive Delivery - U lyrics

The lost moths drawn to your flame Keep you entertained for a while Until you're tired and set them on fire Some you let live You won't let them go You want control You s** them dry Use them until they fly Your cynicism and modified honesty Turns time into your enemy As the evening sun of life is sinking low There's still one crooked path for you to go One last thing left for you to do Tell your children not to be like you Don't expect any more than what's coming to you As long as your aim is all that is true You became what you used to pretend And I can't believe you used to be my friend