Are you looking for magic on the back of a pack of matches?nDoes it seem like they're trying to proventhat everything we pursue, we lose?nnAll you scorned lovers: are you burnt so badnyour lips are covered in black blood and scabs?nWe seem to need some way to vanish all these stains.nTake the trigger from the lowest bidder.nTake the bargain back again.nnAre you covered in scratches from them hacking you with their hatchets?nAre you chasing a trail of crumbsnand you can't recall where they came from?nnTake the bargain back again.nnThey've come to steal your old self and rent back what they stole.nThey fatten you up and swallow you whole.nAnd then they charge you for the pleasure of making you plain.nWhen you're finally getting something, it's only the blame.nnIf you let bitternessnget into your home,nget into your chest,nit gets into your bones.nnWe've been bought and we've been sold,nthey try but they can't keep hold.nWe burn, but we don't turn to coal.nWe're hills all filled with gas and gold.nnTake the trigger from the lowest bidder.nTake the bargain back again.nTake it back!