New American

Is it over? Time to wake up, glossy eyes From the fever Painting the words from dark to light And ya, can't give it up Cause your bones won't hold up And it's shaking you up from the home you built, now I will not pretend I'm made of gold But the mines, and the heart in my chest Won't say it (Something) it's one thing just to sell our souls (Something) on the open road I've had time to think and I'm over it The things you know always keep a place in mind Others stop before the dollar sign But the toll it takes is weighted (Something) But your soul just (something) and then some Would you take your money back to the hell you must've come from I will not pretend I'm made of gold But the mines, and the heart in my chest Won't say it (Something) it's one thing just to sell our souls (Something) on the open road I've had time to think and I'm over it I hope you choke on your debt Spitfire out of your lips Just give it up Just give it up I watched you swallow your pride And you find there's nothing in (something) Just give it up Just give it up I will not pretend I'm made of gold When the mines, and the heart in my chest Won't say it You roll your body back in the grave (Something) sell my life away I've had time to think, and I'm over it