here in line where stupid shit collides with
dying shooting stars all we got to show
what we really are is scars on our arms
and looking at you all I see is your waiting
for something single file you're a murder mile
you idiot kid your arm's got a death in it
if you're choking up take this paper cup
but there's a price that you'll pay for
trying hard to become whatever they are
and saying whatever they say
so help yourself to this bitter pill
or somebody else will