This scene, this place, this part   It's wasting our lives      All hurt, all guilt   It's all so contrived      You build beyond   It's container size   This dirt, this hill   Is begging to slide      You pace, you pose, you fashion gold   You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts   You burn, you glow, you turn to coals      This air, is thick, it makes    Me think I am sick      I'm young, too young    To be on the brink      I'll walk, and I'll run   But I'm best when I sink      My thoughts, go on, and on    'Till I drink      You pace, you pose, you fashion gold   You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts   You burn, you glow, you turn to coals      The times, we talked   The things, forgot    Now my brain, is gone      My heart, is lost   My soul, left too    And away, it flew    And I waved, goodbye   Good luck    For somebody new      You pace, you pose, you fashion gold   You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts   You burn, you glow, you turn to coals