The streetlights are on
But there is golden sunshine
The blossoms are a-fallin'
But there are no branches
You learned from the master even though he rarely teaches
You should have been grateful but instead you learned so little
You want them to love you even though you can't love them
They can see straight through you, through your phoney, false demeanour
Through your empty promises
And the arrogance of your master
When you see your reflection in your broken antique mirror
Don't you see those eyes you see are not your eyes
Every day is the same day in the house of the defeated
They have no idea that there's more to life than money
Accidents are waiting for these vulnerable and needy
You must be vigilant in the palace of your master
You want them to love you even though you don't love them
Take me to your master so that we can learn