So can you tell me what you've got inside

Well is it all those fears that you hide?

'cause it's all messed up now in my mind.

Tell me how you think you'd find

Your uninhabited piece of mind.

You always gotta pray for the pessimist

And these days seem the strangest existence

Now make way and obey all the best of us

Before they just eat you alive.

No explanation, greatest of ease, no hesitation

You alive

Desperation, like a disease, justification

Den of thieves.

Cut you down a bit to size

You know there's no way out or to survive.

You always gotta pray for the pessimist

And these days seem the strangest existence

Now make way and obey all the best of us

Before they just eat you alive.