LOADED
This is just the beginning of your troubles my dear
This is punishment doled out in heaps for the roads not taken
This is fast rides and squinted eyes
Horizons sink out of view
If the end of the line is so bad
Why do we rush to it?

CHORUS:
I had no way to reload it in
This state of mine
Sorry, broken
Do you have to keep looking so victimized?

This is just the beginning of your troubles my dear
This is punishment doled out in heaps for the roads not taken
This is buildings and old things and places
You’ll forget you once knew
If the end of the line is so bad
Why do we rush to it?
But we do