The good high
The high end
The fake rock and roll
That brainwashed your friends
The break out hometown boys
Breaking back in again

The harm done
The outrage
Soul that you stole
And put on display
The work that it must take
To just be one big cliché

I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go?
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown

The ego
In real time
I heard what you had on your mind
And I don't know if it's your shit luck
Or if it's mine
The pretense
And forged love
Wrapped up in an abundance of fluff
And the ignorance you seem
To be so proud of
I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown

I didn't want any more
But I could feel the heat
Rising up off the street
So I found the door
But it was worse inside
When I opened my eyes
It was raining gold bricks and bolo ties

I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown