Take just a little bit of what you make
Jump yourself inside of it and have a taste
Relax yourself to earn a bit of open space
Control yourself enough so you don’t have to face

The war coming through in attitude
You’ve only got yourself to lose
The followers are gone insane from watching your slavery
You’re tying them up and you’re calling it bravery

Water for the witch that drowns in the sound
Have yourself a pat on the back for getting around
The innocent come back through in a rouse of smoke
Suffocates your veins as you choke

The war coming through in attitude
You’ve only got yourself to lose
The followers are gone insane from watching your slavery
You’re filling their cup and you’re calling it bravery

The only thing you’ve got to show is a room full of things you know
Familiarity to the touch, they don’t like you very much
And you’re starting to feel it down in your soul
You’re losing control of what you beg for
Trying to get a sense of what you paid for
Pitiful, the sense of nothingness
When you empty your pockets, it seems you empty your sense