Testo Our Hell

First one rent is hard to find,
We're paralyzed, we apologize; our hell is a good life.
Last one run but where's my prize, under the lights?
Can we call it in when we're on the road?
Can we stop? When we stop,
My face will turn your face towards your friends.
What a thought it was, it isn't now.
What a thought it was, it isn't now. All this weight is honest worse.
We're moderate; we modernize 'til our hell is a good life.
All we know is to forget how to do right,
Colouring in the black hole. Can we stop?
When we stop my hands will shake,
My throat will burn, my eyes will ache,
Watching you turn from me towards your friends.
What a thought it was, it isn't now.
What a though it was it isn't punishment to stall what is done.
What a thought was in this, missing out.
What a thought it was it isn't now.
There's a pattern in the system,
There's a bullet in the gun.
That's why I tried to save you, but it can't be done.
It can't be done.