So can you tell me what you've got inside Well, is it all those fears that you hide? 'Cause it's all messed up now in my mind Tell me how you think you'd find Your uninhabited piece of mind You always gotta pray for the pessimist And these days seem the strangest existence Now make way and obey all the best of us Before they just eat you alive No explanation, greatest of ease, no hesitation You alive Desperation, like a disease, justification Den of thieves Cut you down a bit to size You know there's no way out or to survive You always gotta pray for the pessimist And these days seem the strangest existence Now make way and obey all the best of us Before they just eat you alive