We survived another ride on this haunted merry-go-round Against the ropes in that seductive trope Of hating everything you love And loving everything that kills you Yeah I'll try to rise above It isn't difficult to see through Faux - the hurt we inflict on ourselves Totally unreceptive to help And I will do the best that I can To substantiate my inclinations I'll always cherish what we've done for me From the cameras in Germany To misappropriated density A propensity for morning sleep Taking stock of the miles and hours Some of them yours mostly ours And if you ask us what it's worth, We'll say it's our reason to live