Mute

We go to extremes with the compromises we make
 Not to fuck up the one chance that we got
 Anything not to end up alone – don't drop the ball
 Do not drop the ball! 

A compulsive need to be heard
 What's to say is beside the point
 Carve it in your skin (as if it would)
 Make it last forever 

Deaden what it is you feel
 Block the urges still a burden
 On this snake skin saddle
 We rise to salvation 

The goals have been set, blueprints presented
 Don't you dare let me down boy
 Is this what I want? Can't even say anymore
 I thought that I did, now I'm not that 

Sure there's some things I would change if I had the chance
 Still, no use to bitch about that now
 Maybe I'll carve it in to my skin, make it last forever 

Behind these empty suits you hide on this reptile ride