Now it's time for your monster to call All wrapped in troubles and up against the wall Riding the brakes Whatever it takes so you can pass the ball Now you're seeing ghosts Reflecting the most perfect part of us On the run Take what's yours, pack up and leave Pretending you're cut up like some old magazine Passing the time Rote-speak the lines that you've practiced for And now you'll go And all you can show are those heavy eyes