This world’s an eye for an eye
No wonder everybody’s gone blind
I know
It comes at no surprise

Nothing is one of a kind
Ten million words used to describe
This hole
Waiting beneath the sky

Behold
Well now you’ve got time to pray
God is listening
I hope you got something
Good to say

There’s no use lying now
The truth always comes out

A few years and a couple of days
The lord moves in mysterious ways
We waltz in circles
Around the drain

Three meals and they’re all the same
Striped suits in a checkered frame
There are no windows here
But you can hear the rain

For gold
Well now you’ve got time
To play
The game is rigged
I know
But you roll the dice anyway

There’s no use keeping count
When it’s all run out

Oh
Well now you got time
To say
I’m sorry
That the light
Just had to be borne by flames

But it’s not your fault
We know who makes the call

No it’s not your fault
We know who makes the call