So tired of hearing how all things go wrong,
When you know you're part of this and have been all along for years now.
You make the lines in my eyes cut and kiss the thin line of your spine,
A break I bet you'd never notice now.

It's not like a joke that you didn't get as we say this day, this job,
This life too long.
A flight too close to the ground.
A hairline fracture of your most important part.

Turns out the dance we do is nothing but cheap art for showing.
How long can we hang on to stale, old steps now.
It's not like a joke that you didn't get as we say this day,
This job, this life too long.

It's time to break up this ground.
So say it, what you wanted to because nothing was right what they put you through.
Just say it, what you wanted to do,
Your payback is what they're not connected to.

Now nothing else can hurt you.
Nothing else can hurt you.