This is dedicated to a Mr Bree, 
And a Mr Reed, and a Mr. Pilot and a Mr Mood 

I flip the world, and [bad word] away 
I've made it babe, think what your lover would say 
Think in a properly way 
See girl I won't say, until it finds me 
Wiped out 

My mind starts to derange 
Distortions arrange, inside looses it's rage 
Does everyone's perspective begins to change 
Uh I must say, just softly to blame 
Another thing wrong with the game 
And watch me as I descend into shame 
Into, into shame 
Into, into shame 

Where you're heart's gonna mourn, 
You lie dead on the floor 
The wounds in your pockets still sore 
And everyone who watched you, watched on and on 
But now you see it's nothing but poor 
And I'm a lost soul, never [bad word] a goal 
Or made a lie out of their lives 
They're the ones who pulled out tonight 
Neither oh, everything's going in front of your eyes 
Your hands have lost the grip on the Wrize 
And you've got no more tries 
Cause you've lost them trough lies 
I'll be your lucky his time 
And hope it'll make you seem more wiser 
Otherwise, they'll leave you to your own demise 

Cause it's the end of something I do not want to end 
Beginning of hard times [bad word] 
I've been something I was not meant to be 
I guess it's the start of your world