Do I know if I want it All of those manic neon dreams? The ones that made my old friends Into vain and selfish bogus fiends A product with a tension Between the real and what you're made to see Will I regret it if I drop it? Will it be a wasted life long dream? Still I'm lost Still I'm lost "What you've got is golden But I can make you better than you were You will be beholden To me The second that my vision gets you heard" I'll believe it when I see it It's become the very mantra for the field I keep tryin', I keep prayin' Because all I have to scream out to you is Kyrie Eleison (Lord Have Mercy) Anxious and discouraged, from all of the work we haven't done A slave to the momentum Years of work and then you might get some Would you take a flier, Sir Would you take a homemade demo too I would be a liar, If I said I'd do the same for you Kyrie Eleison