We're not here to crawl away

Or find blame for wasted time

Straight or high is not wasted time

Feeling true in poor Paranoiaville

Excuses are so easy

When any jerk could push you down

We got reason to learn how

Trust any reason to rise now

Turn your weakness on itself (?)

Not right for you

It's all right with me to fight with my friends

When faith is near impossible

And trust just isn't practical

It's all right with me to feed on my friends

You know what, he's got nothing to say

They just wanna be rich and say,