I guess that’s it, giving up, giving in
I seem to think I can always win
But I was wrong, replacingly
A dirty towel for a bed of sheets

I am here and it is now
No talk of futuristic
Keep your head on the ground
Self it seems so selfishly, accuse the killer

Because I have tried
But it seems I never learned to pry open the can
And here I stand with broken fingers
Lord, open his eyes, help him see
Through that disguise that he cannot
See upon the human devil and the human devil

So it is now and we are cold
To see you sick with half a soul
Words are cheap and love it speaks
The volumes that we need to make our hearts grow weak

So come on back and have some laughs
Remember that the good times they ain't so bad
'Cause I am dying to try
And find a way we can leave this all behind

Because I have tried
But it seems I never learned to pry open the can
And here I stand with broken fingers
Lord, open his eyes, help him see
Through that disguise that he cannot
See upon the human devil and the human devil