It's something I am ill-prepared to remedy It takes to die and close your eyes to your enemy Self-made millionaires won't take ideas >From all the little plebeians just suffocate with smiles And close your mind to reality
It feels like I'm losing again When I've lost everything I'm sure I will see more clearly Lose what I'm feeling to them I'm sure I will bleed sincerely
So you make the simplest mistake So you make the simplest mistake And fearlessly you deny your involvement in my demise But give me your open hand