The price is rising and falling fast
A slight misdirection will surely pass
But I've got to go
Because you are never wrong girl and I always fail
I've got no future and you're dressed to kill
There's no room for sorrow this day is not for sale
Cant it wait til tomorrow?
Your petty little fucking tale
It's my finest hour
Behind your eyes
I've seen your precious future wrapped up so tight
Before you go
I want your precious failures
Monuments of gold
