I’m driving out of here

And cutting out the fools

Living in their dream

Of wearing all the jewels

That sugar in your mouth

Gold teeth are gonna roll

Your words seem to deflate

You’re really getting old

The guns are on the table

Amendment to possession

I tried to runaway

Bang bang! Learned my lesson

Your going in a box

Holding what you own

Holding back the tears

So grown-up or overgrown?

The more that you see it

The more that you want

Mix up the messages

To uncover the God

It’s deep in the smoke

Shrouded and hurt

Wake up and we’ll make it work

So many choices, easy to make

Or easy to fool into mistakes

Somewhere neon is flashing

The prices are right

You race to the front

To leave the rest outside

Are we reeling it in

Or getting carried away?

Rudely awakened

By a slap in the face

The hangman gets tired

The rope wears thin

Struggle much longer

They might let you live

Remove distractions

Improve on destitution

Value evolution

Come to conclusions

The more that you see it

The more that you want

Mix up the messages to uncover the God

It’s deep in the smoke

Shrouded and hurt

Wake up and we’ll make it work

We’ll make it work