What is the point of attempt? Give me a metaphor Cause I've been here before And I've been playing dead Watching my ghost Throwing roses on my corpse Oh, death is just a feel You're a mouth that gnaws and swallows up. Yeah, you only keep a taste Of what you've ruined and then you pass on its remains to acid and There's not a locked door in this town, And I would love to stick around But I don't know Cause there's a place for me in the dark In the shadows of your life Where all our hopes collide Till you fall apart I am sure that you exist, but you don't seem that convinced You have been sold a dream you cannot live Stand in the sun for everyone With our pockets so empty And once its shot you just cannot Outrun the bullet You die before you know Nothing that ties you here or that binds me there All that's left of us falls in disrepair You gotta to trade your youth for something But it's not easy to accept That it might have been the wrong thing And now you learn to adapt But guys like you don't break, they shatter You better learn to adapt