I'm sure you can make it, Flip side while nothing changes. I run past your street: deserted, Fading like I'm your fading friend. Incision, Carved out. No traces, Of doubt. I can't extract the truth; You know it. But what you give you get, While this place spins Like a heavy doorway. But you've seen it all. Pretence, Rip this town. You turn my world, Upside down. Incision, Carved out. No traces, Of doubt. I can't extract the truth; You know it. But what you give you get, While this place spins Like a heavy doorway. Gather it around. You built it up So tear it down.