Hey you boy, what's your passion?
What's your passion?
I've been choking on these words that seem undone

Still thinking of an answer
The door into your brain is locked
And now the key's gone

So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day

Hey you boy, break a leg
Break a leg
Careful not to steal the scene, they prey on you

More empty is the inside than the outside
I'm bulletproof
The note you left disqualified you

So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day

So pick your poison for the third time
Something permanent for now
Save it for another day