Hungry Lights
The Ticket Out
A sudden fight broke with who I was and who I am
The latter hung himself to avoid the confrontation
And I feel the mourn
Should I be ashamed?
Should I even really care?
His weapon is gone, but I'm still afraid
Because he still has both my hands bound

A sudden fight broke with two children in the street
They were playing with guns and one was mad the other lived
And I saw the red
O' I was ashamed that I witnessed such an atrocious
Example of what our world has become!
So I put both of my hands up

Well pardon my lack of concern
But I need a way out
And this pa**ive, sick-cycle world
Can't buy me a ticket for the train
-My ride out of this hollow, broken hell
I'm at the gate, and I only see one way out of here
-Down

A sudden fight broke with my left hand and my right
They wanted to see who could paint a better a portrait on the concrete
I shouted, "Enough! You should be ashamed!"
But the likeness was well done
I guess it's my work
No one else to blame
So I took the credit for myself

Well pardon my lack of concern
But I need a way out
And this pa**ive, sick-cycle world
Can't buy me a ticket for the train
-My ride out of this hollow, broken hell
I'm at the gate, and I only see one way out of here

So I crippled my hands and smiled
'Cause I made a fortune
Off that rust-colored, tear-filled mess atop the asphalt
And this self-made portrait of pain could buy me the ticket for the train
I'm at the gate
I'm at the gate
I'm at the gate
-Down