(When your world) crashes down
Around your feet
And you're trying so hard to not fail and retreat

Critics by numbers, often no less than one
With no exceptions made somehow, it's not down to luck
It's the bull%#@! that we take

It's the choices that we make
Fantasised ideals are shattered by the truth of misery
In the end it's all the same

Consequence and no return
Let's quickly move on faster
No brakes or sense of direction now

These streets are closing down
It's the %#@!test scene you could of ever have asked for
The vehicle that was once your hope

Stinks of %#@! and the headlights fade when you're alone