I'm closer to my coffin now The offer's on the table, but I'm unable Found, and lost somehow The situation's stable I cut the cable If you want me too Will I wait for you If you think you can't I can still pretend I'll peel your layers off Till you ask me to stop Until the current shifts And you rip me up instead If moderation's real Could you explain how it feels? Where does the basis stand I never thought I would defend it So I've established this So many things I may have missed Tell me who wrote the rules I never heard a man that knew If there's one thing I've found, there's always more (This I assume is true, for you) And 'fore you try to put it down, it's hard to ignore I'm closer to my coffin now The offer's on the table, but I'm unable Found, and lost somehow The situation's stable I cut the cable x2 I'm closer to my coffin now The offer's on the table, but I'm unable Found, and lost somehow The situation's stable I cut the cable