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