I thought I was a rock'n'rolla.
But they were only in it for the dollar.
Keep singing about nothing, nothing to say.
Keep talking about not talking, talk-talking away.

Keep reminding us all of the scorching gore in the chests.
About being the best, be the first to pull the trigger.
About that thing getting bigger and bigger.

Nobody is going to stop you.
Until the rope reaches the ankle.
We all have to go there, at the end of the line.
Then today's pleasures will be yesterday's memories.
Empty trophies; reaching towards a mirage.
Tell me, is there anything there?
What could that be...

Maybe its tomorrow.
Maybe it was today.
Either way:

There are some consequences that never go away.