It's not your promises that I don't respect
They're cold comfort when I'm wrecked
Reaching blindly out for you
I've heard it said at least a thousand times before
"Just keep knocking at the door of opportunity"
I'm the weak one now
And I don't need your sacred cow
It's hard to drink the dreams
Mingled ashes and the might-have-been
k** the spirit
Assail the flesh
We amuse ourselves to d**h
Holy words on bated breath lose their meaning
20th century, shut up
Gold has lost its luster
The silver becomes dull
Once I used to run with joy
Now I can barely crawl
I'd like to help you, brother
I've washed my hands and dried
The steely blade of science never hypnotized me once