Texty: Company of Thieves. Running From a Gamble. Modern Waste.

Go to his house, he'll make you a big star
Offer your power, turn and face the camera
Makin' a movie, isn't that what you want?

Dying to recover, never really knowing better
Spinning all the things you thought that you deserved
Dying to recover, never really knowing

Ready or not! I can't support you with my part-time gig
It's all that I've got- what would it take to walk away from this?
You say we can make it, what's the difference?
Think that we can make it on our own

Wish all your life that you'll be forgiven
Feelin' the weight of your new addiction
Searching outside you for all the answers

Dying to recover, never really knowing better
Spinning all the things you thought that you deserved
Dying to recover, never really knowing


Ready or not! I can't support you with my part-time gig
It's all that I've got- what would it take to walk away from this?
You say we can make it, what's the difference?
Think that we can make it?oh no

Honey, what's the face? We won't live forever in this way
You look good as spoon-fed in a daze, if you're wondering
HONEY, WHAT'S THE FACE? We're just getting by inside a cage
I think this is borderline insane, if you're wondering

Ready or not! I can't support you with my part-time gig
It's all that I've got- what would it take to walk away from this?
You say we can make it, what's the difference?
Think that we can make it?oh no

Say that we can make it
Hide the pictures and put us in our places
On our own