In the back room
They can find the upside
In a mudslide
The sacrifices made
The memories will fade
Before we get repaid
They retained the option
To trade in anything
Standing in the middle of the night
Staring at my sense of sight
Wondering how we signed away the right
When they get through
Who knows what we might do
Had they not convinced us
That we win when we're at their feast
Giving in to the beast.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS