returner

Made my peace with it, with the higher power
The years in the spotlight were good to me now
But in comes the chance of a lifetime to quietly see myself out

When the place was alive with it and thick with drums
And you'd barely believe in what I would become
And the coldest receptions would await me away and at home

The seven inside would wait in wild disdain
Give it unkindly to my face
But the drain at thе start pierced the vеil of the artifice
But I was too young to restrain
(Mmm) 'cause every star fire of invention thinks
That they are misunderstood
(Mmm) but in the crossfire of resentment
I was giving back when I could

But chemical highs and clear blue skies await
Honey gold lightness in my face
Couldn't take it farther if I strained it any harder
But I got no right to complain
(Gimme some time) to work out my feelings
(Gimme some time) I'll define what I need
(Gimme some time) 'cause it's a plain and indestructible thing
That you don't get shit for free, uh-uh

I'm only in it for the money
I'm only in it for the change
I'm not in it for the glory
I'm not in it for the friends with the form or the fame
The innocence died in waves of quiet things
Nothing feels right or quite the same
It's great at the start, but in the end, at the heart
It's a job and a choice that I made
I strayed into darkness the day after Armistice
Strayed into darkness and I stayed
Went straight into darkness the day after Armistice Day

Send my regards to the shapers of the industry
It's highly unlikely they'll be as blatant as that
I got love for the theorists and the punks and the idealists
But let's be honest, I'm only in it for the cash
Now I live by a motto, just like Assou-Ekotto
And it's, "Fuck you and pay me", it's a line I respect
A below-average shooter, I'm hardly Batistuta
But the vision and motivation? I get

I'm only in it for the money
I'm only in it for the change
I'm not in it for the glory
I don't do it for the parties, the awards or acclaim
The innocence dies in waves of quiet things
Then I just try to pay my rent
It's great at the start, but in the end, at the heart
It's a job and it's a choice I regret
I strayed into darkness the day after Armistice
Strayed into darkness and I stayed
Went straight into darkness the day after Armistice Day

And I feel the worse for the ones who love
The ungrateful bastard I've become
They shouldn't have to love me if they don't want

I been working hard and saving face
But I've not been in the greatest place
Think I will get better, I don't know

When I was bright and young and full of shit
I was happy in the midst of it
Anyway, I'll tell the guys you said hello