You could throw your conscience away
Just to land a good part in the play
If you know the answer
You should ask the question

Broken bottles and rats on the floor
It's hard to notice when your eye's on the score
If you burn a picture
To obtain the ashes
You resign to throw yourself away

You could leave your heart at the door
You could waste your time wanting more
You could play a victim
To a broken mirror

You could sell yourself for a dime
Step on anyone who borrows your time
You could be a hero
To your own reflection
You could feed your head with empty praise

If you burn a picture
To obtain the ashes
You begin to throw yourself away
In the middle
In the middle of the night
In the middle
In the middle of the night
In the middle
In the middle of the night
In the middle
In the middle of the night
In the middle
In the middle of the night