Don't know where we're going
Forgot where I came from
Idle [bad word] Over, out, and done

But believe when ya hear of my dyin'
It's from seein' what that curtain's been hidin'
But put me in my will, me in my will
And leave nothin' for ya, my friend

Does anyone else here fear what we've [bad word] 
It might be wise to shield your eyes from the sun of perdition

Check the receipts for the friends you buy
You don't get no refund, cos you bought your own lies

Ain't it strange how ya find it surprising when your regard starts declining?
And the hole that ya still scream can't be filled couldn't be any more boring

It's better to [bad word] and moan 'til you're gray, than to burn out and fade away
I want off, stop the ride
Thank you, good buy