Don't know where we're goingnForgot where I came fromnIdle eyes compromisenOver, out, and donennBut believe when ya hear of my dyin'nIt's from seein' what that curtain's been hidin'nBut put me in my will, me in my willnAnd leave nothin' for ya, my friendnnDoes anyone else here fear what we've become?nIt might be wise to shield your eyes from the sun of perditionnnCheck the receipts for the friends you buynYou don't get no refund, cos you bought your own liesnnAin't it strange how ya find it surprising when your regard starts declining?nAnd the hole that ya still scream can't be filled couldn't be any more boringnnIt's better to bitch and moan 'til you're gray, than to burn out and fade awaynI want off, stop the ridenThank you, good buy