With your eyes closed, a knife in your back
Just be grateful and don't answer back
When the day comes around
We'll burn down your house and then we'll say
"There's beauty in breakdown but we're in your way"
With your mind so closed, it's hard to look back
So ungrateful for all that you lack
When the day comes around
You'll choke on those hows and whys then we'll say
"Come throw your arms around us
Come throw your arms
Come throw your arms around us
Come throw your arms
Come throw your arms around us
Come throw your arms"
So, do you make the money
Or is the money making you?