Attached to the Fifth Story

I can't
I can't take it easily
I won't
I won't let it gravel me
But I transgress
Born into sin
Born into current

I can't comply to a compliment
I won't quietly ask for it
And the current still drags me in
Slow down. (Slow down, down, down)

The pills won't make this go away;
Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt
Try to repulse. (Ohh)

Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke
Your mind being pulled out of your head

I won't swallow it logically
I see
I'm barraged by dollar signs
Show me in to permanent sleep

Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke
Your mind being pulled out of your head
Noise fills your thoughts
Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat
Swallow your pride

The strychnine's benign
Dissolve your cyanide
Enchant all my lies
Discretely confined
Coagulate my designs
Am I seeing so clear
Original sin is a hoax. [x2]

[end of song]

Ready?

Tell me where are all the good times?
The ones that set us free
Tell me where are all the good times?
Tell me where are all the good times?
I'm a lost cause
Sailing off course
I'll be good for you
I'll be waiting for the daze
I've got a handful of the antidote
I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel
I can't believe that I'm too blind to see

Oh
Tell me where are the good times? [x5]

I'm a lost cause
Sailing off course. [x2]