They have made a new condition. Rule your life with indecision. Never bite the hand that feeds you. Sit and wait while he deceives you. Oh who gave us this today.
Desert the streets they hold no wealth. I looked around at no one else. There's nothing left for you and me. And it's not hard for me to see. . We're on the last train, we're on the last train.
So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom. No healthy survival in rooms unattached. Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you. In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay.