[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / R. Munroe]. . You're caught in a vice by your own device, torment and pressure, a way of life. You felt the stardom and tasted the fruit, you claw your way back.
[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / J. Reynolds / R. Munroe]. . Vacant eyes, a portrait of pain, every time I look at the world. Tell me why, we cannot bring change, we've flown to high on borrowed wings.