There is no chasm in between what's good or evil in an unplanned wasteland
Where nothing holds its shape and brittle bonds are built to break down, down, down
It's in this phantom space where give and take dictate the rules and handshakes mandate
Your words to carry weight and if they falter, plan to break down, down, down

Supply is on the rise
What do you want or need? It's inside
Is this everything you could dream of?
Find out when you buy, buy, buy, bu– bu–

Too late
You shouldn't have waited for a want to turn to need
Blind faith
Putting weight in the word of another can haunt you
Too late
You shouldn't have let desire turn to greed
Blind faith
It's too good to be true

Admit to yourself, you can't always tell
When the good will of others has ceased
You still have to trade, well aware of the risk
'Cause the gears start to grind if not greased

Oh, the price is on the rise (the price is on the rise)
What do you want or need? Step inside (step inside)
We've got everything you could dream of
Come in and roll the dice

Too late
Blind faith
It's too good to be true
Too late
You shouldn't have waited for a want to turn to need
Blind faith
Putting weight in the word of another can haunt you
Too late
You shouldn't have let desire turn to greed
Blind faith
It's too good to be true
It's too good to be true
It's too good to be true

It's gravity that pulls us close
But we tend to intervene
Insanity is tethered to the dose
And we're taking much more than we need
Oh, it's gravity that pulls us close
But we tend to intervene
Insanity is tethered to the dose
And we're taking much more than we need