If I should blow it
Chances I'm losin'
What we are doin' to ourselves?
We're building up the problem
Curtains are fallin'
Suddenly I'm crawlin' from the ash

What should I do if I can't see my way out?
Then you'll run around again
When we wake up to ourselves
What's left of ourselves
Before we have to face
The cruelest days are almost over now

Walkin' when you have no sense of direction
What's the sense of spinnin' around again?
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round
Again

So to go back to guessing
Seems so depressing
It's not a blessing or a curse
Bitter as an ocean
Going through the motions
Drowning in the barrel full of lies

What should I do
If I can't see my way out?
Then you'll run around again
When we wake up to ourselves
What's left of ourselves
Before we have to face
The cruelest days are coming to an end

Why bend when you can't believe what they told you?
'Cause it sounded good and made you feel so sick
Sick enough to think we were mistaken
Sick enough to think we were mistaken