We're writing confessions behind locked doors that's all we're good for
Through this what have we learned?
It doesn't matter if you play with fire, either way you get burned
This game was fixed from the start, we don't have a chance
We're just knocking on deaths door, waiting for an answer
If you're still wondering what the future holds,
It's our names in the brightest lights with burned out bulbs
Through this, what have we learned?
It doesn't matter if you play with fire either way you get burned