Silently, we ride. So silently, we rot away. Is it a payment for my sins? Or is it all a lie? Is it ever worth the moments that we let die away. We keep bad company. We keep bad company. What is left? What is my motive today? Will I need it tomorrow? Will I need it tomorrow? I must confess, will I remember tomorrow? I must confess to you, will I need it tomorrow? We keep bad company. We keep bad company. They're trying to take me away.