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