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
Too Late
We shouldn't have waited for want to turn to need
Blind faith, putting weight in the word of another can haunt you
Too Late
We shouldn't have let desire turn to greed
Blind faith is 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
The price is on the rise
What do you want or need? Step inside
We've got everything you could dream of
Come in, and roll the dice
Too late, blind faith is too good to be true
Too late
We shouldn't of waited for want to turn to need
Blind faith
When the weight of the word of another can haunt you
Too late
We shouldn't have let desire turn to greed
Blind faith its 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