It Works Itself Out

Is it all that you need to get by? to feel good? Satisfied? that you did what you could It works itself out It works itself out Just as you turn to take a look at what happened All bound by your shame When you made the mistake of reacting It's a reaction You put your thoughts into the shape of a weapon And all you did was learn a terrible lesson you can sell me out again Sell me out again and it's a thought that drifts away it's an echo a memory you replaced by distractions it's a distraction it really gets you off (an omen and a sign) I guess the revolution died (in dreams it's still alive) you can sell me out again Sell me out again