I am no longer happy in this tower terrain I swear I have lost all the reasons I came So I'll take one last trip to the bar Maybe it'll give me the spark I need I am no longer teasing with the traps in the streets There's mines in this city with appearance so “chic” The white picket skyline's gone black and I don't feel a thing when I'm back What if I was to get up and go? Sell my soul to the opposite coast Only I'd be the one to say when I'm wrong ‘cause I'd sooner be right and gone I am no longer waiting for my answers to come My questions are empty and this test it is done You're a fool to believe what they say You only get what you need if you pay