Another dying statistic, your mother-brain in tow

No one to bail you out, so keep running

Try not to trip on ground you broke

I don't wanna be like them, employed, forgiven

Betting it all works out

Misled by reddened hands

(That take but never give)

Observed, possessed

All jive on the killing side

It's just a rogue thought, a loose threat

A reason to run

Your plan goes up in smoke

The engine fails within

A dream to a bomb (No fight in your lungs)

Come to terms with the fact

That you'll never

Dance on the other side of the moon

Gleaming decay, all your failures in bloom

Yeah

Up in smoke

Yeah

Back to Earth

You'll swear it all fine

You'll swear it all away

Fall back to Earth, no charity for the ones you hurt

No recognition by design

Employed, forgotten, you swear it fine

But you'll never

Dance on the other side of the moon

Gleaming decay, all your failures in bloom

Dead in the glowing harm of the ruin

Dawns a new day that moves on without you