face is cold, filled with envy 
 he's got it all, he's left empty 
 sold his soul, unsuspecting 
 he'd lose his world, now he's perfecting 
 his own song, his sweet medley 
 every verse, is resurrecting 
 what he's made, an early grave 
 he's all alone on this paper chase 

All we find is emptiness, we're focused on this paper chase 
 So we ask, [bad word] next, can we stop this race, this paper chase 

can't stop sweating, it's relentless 
 his mistakes, can't forget this 
 leaves him nauseous, he's grown lawless 
 if he could, he'd take back all this 
 weighted pockets, tall corner office 
 his plan, it was flawless 
 now he bleeds, this disease 
 it grows on trees, but it’s cost his dreams

All we find is emptiness, we're focused on this paper chase 
 So we ask, [bad word] next, can we stop this race, this paper chase 

What if we could start again, maybe we could save ourselves
 We’ll change the way we dream, we’ll burn this trail