In the End, Was It Worth It?

They take, they kill, they laugh, they cry. Same stage,

new mask, same old lie. Tears of joy, tears of grief. Sip their pain

like vintage belief. They dance in mirrors , to the sound of their fall

. Oh, they see everything, baby ,

but they don't see at all . They want it all,

every diamond, every dream. But the more they hold, the less they

see. So play that tune. Play that tune. Let the truth

be small in a world that wants it all and never looks