This pit, it isn't bottomless
But it's a long way down
Someone's always falling
Someone's always crawling out
And even if we ever made it to the top
The light's too bright
We'll just dive down again
And I've been drowning in my vices
And I'm never gonna learn
The poetry lied and I can't decide
Which road I've got to burn
But I know one of them is going straight to hell
How can I help you when I can't help myself?
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
Am I fighting for a future?
Am I fighting for my right to feel?
And you've been sinking into quicksand
And you can't make any sense
The things we obsess over aren't as simple
As things we obsessed over when
Suburban streets were ridden all the way to hell
How can you help me when you can't help yourself?
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
Am I fighting for a future?
Am I fighting for my right...
Madison: a tiny refuge
Tired, huddled masses
Overworked and feeling restless
I might just leave it all
'Cause I've been feeling reckless
And if I lose it all it's alright
Madison
Madison
I've been feeling reckless
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
Am I fighting for a future?
Am I fighting for my right to feel?
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
Am I fighting for a future?
Am I fighting for my right...