Everyone wants to call it all around our life with a better name
Everyone falls and spins and gets up again with a friend who does the same
Everyone lies and cheats their wants and needs and still beleives their heart
And everyone gets their chills, the kind that kills when pain begins to start

We'll get this straight
Do you want me here?
As I [bad word] through each and every year
And all these demons, they keep me up all night
They keep me up all night

Everyone's cross to bares a crown they wear on endless holiday
Everyone raises kids in a world that changes life to a bitter game
Everyone works and fights days, up all night, to sell at the break of day
And everyone lives to tell the tale of how we die alone someday

We'll get this straight
Do you want me here?
As I [bad word] through each and every year
And all these demons, they keep me up all night
They keep me up all night