returner

Made my peace with it, with the higher power The years in the spotlight were good to me now But in comes the chance of a lifetime to quietly see myself out When the place was alive with it and thick with drums And you'd barely believe in what I would become And the coldest receptions would await me away and at home The seven inside would wait in wild disdain Give it unkindly to my face But the drain at thе start pierced the vеil of the artifice But I was too young to restrain (Mmm) 'cause every star fire of invention thinks That they are misunderstood (Mmm) but in the crossfire of resentment I was giving back when I could But chemical highs and clear blue skies await Honey gold lightness in my face Couldn't take it farther if I strained it any harder But I got no right to complain (Gimme some time) to work out my feelings (Gimme some time) I'll define what I need (Gimme some time) 'cause it's a plain and indestructible thing That you don't get shit for free, uh-uh I'm only in it for the money I'm only in it for the change I'm not in it for the glory I'm not in it for the friends with the form or the fame The innocence died in waves of quiet things Nothing feels right or quite the same It's great at the start, but in the end, at the heart It's a job and a choice that I made I strayed into darkness the day after Armistice Strayed into darkness and I stayed Went straight into darkness the day after Armistice Day Send my regards to the shapers of the industry It's highly unlikely they'll be as blatant as that I got love for the theorists and the punks and the idealists But let's be honest, I'm only in it for the cash Now I live by a motto, just like Assou-Ekotto And it's, "Fuck you and pay me", it's a line I respect A below-average shooter, I'm hardly Batistuta But the vision and motivation? I get I'm only in it for the money I'm only in it for the change I'm not in it for the glory I don't do it for the parties, the awards or acclaim The innocence dies in waves of quiet things Then I just try to pay my rent It's great at the start, but in the end, at the heart It's a job and it's a choice I regret I strayed into darkness the day after Armistice Strayed into darkness and I stayed Went straight into darkness the day after Armistice Day And I feel the worse for the ones who love The ungrateful bastard I've become They shouldn't have to love me if they don't want I been working hard and saving face But I've not been in the greatest place Think I will get better, I don't know When I was bright and young and full of shit I was happy in the midst of it Anyway, I'll tell the guys you said hello