blood shot eyes on factory floors   filling up little bottles   the great depressed, the o.k., the not sure,   empty out little pockets   if you stop believing let me know   and we don't even show   our feelings hide   what keeps deceiving, let it go   now we don't even know   the biggest prize, I'm not so sure anymore      blood shot types wash up on the shore   crawling out from the life boat   creeping past all border control   filling up empty promises   if you stop believing, let me know   now we don't even show   our feelings hide   don't let yourself feel alive      you're the first this has happened to      we mix together   we mix together   we mix together