It's getting lonely 'round here Days are turning into years The thieves are falling all around Got to get out of this town Oh, it's hard, I fear My screams are falling on deaf ears Oh, it's dark But the picture's crystal clear I would like to love this world and I try I would like to break these chains and just fly I would like to think that we'll be alright But I can't, why, why Spinning wheels with no regret You take for granted your next breath Place the blame and pass the buck Slit the wrists of lady luck