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 death's 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