You know i said to myself, the addictions come [past?]
When you put on the shelf
The time to [?] surrounded by your wealth
And the lies that we both told ourselves were quickly placed on the first train to hell
And i was busy shoveling the coals
You know the stars haven't changed for a million or more years that [?] stay
And could be out by the time you hear these words
But violence will make ratings soar while the beautiful sit on the cutting room floor, exiled by the masses for its thought
You know i said to myself, the red race just runs never ends in this hell
But i appear only as a trap
'cause its nothing but poison to taste or mousetrap to see the look on their face
The natural selection of this place
Your problems tied off with the [?] extremists of love you had for yourself
Its nothing but [?]
And the lies you tell to yourself were quickly placed on the first train to hell
And i was busy shoveling the coals