A foundation made of cracks, but it’s something to build on.
We cling tight to the rails to keep from falling off the tracks,
And I know change might not come, but I’m prepared to lose what it is that we’ve become and what it is that we have won

A mansion filled with dust, but it’s somewhere to steal from
We’ll kill the ones we trust to keep from falling out of line.
And I know we might all die, but one day you’ll lose, and you’ll regret all the lies, and what it is you have done

Smoke rises from the underground, try to ban the flames and it all burns down again and again and we tell each other "this is the best way out of this place."
Yes, you’ve done very well for yourself, you must be so goddamn proud of yourself.
And yes, technically, there’s nothing we can do, but everything either ends badly or abruptly and when no one has input in the grand scheme of what happens your crystal palace will come crashing down around you

A burned-out, empty room, but it’s somewhere to play to
Your good intentions have been long since burned away
And we are not one step closer than we were when this started
But you’ve taken all you could from the hands that reached out

The same stage as before, but it’s one that we paid for
Hang on, did anybody think you cared at all?
When you stole hard-earned money and called it a loan?
When you took something there and called it your own?

Smoke rises from the underground, try to ban the flames and it all burns down again and again and we tell each other "this is the best way out of this place."
Yes, you’ve done very well for yourself, you must be so goddamn proud of yourself.
And yes, technically, there’s nothing we can do but chain ourselves to you.

Smoke rises from the underground