I will be taking care of business [bad word] it all into the ground
I'll pay my debts and walk away from this
Careless hearts and their cellist [bad word] deep as outs
They can't save us now

And I won't be made to take this
Stupid ending then the eye
I held the world on my shoulder
I had the public on my side
And I will take this bitter pill
As I would swallow my pride

And I'll take everything
That you hold dear
And I will try to feel something
As I chew upon your fears
When the beacons burn, the lights go out
I will know my work is done

I would give credit if it would you
You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew
Eyes down, no questions asked
Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do

And I won't be made to take this
Stupid ending then the eye
I held the world on my shoulder
I had the public on my side
And I will take this bitter pill
As I would swallow my pride

And I'll take everything
That you hold dear
And I will try to feel something
As I chew upon your fears
When the beacons burn, the lights go out
I will know my work is done

There is no more, than this ending
That I can give to you
There is no more than this ending
There is nothing more at all

There is no more, than this ending
That I can give to you
There is no more than this ending
There is nothing more at all