I'm a fucked up son
Dressed up the lucked out one
Sold out by what you want
So long unsellable ones

I am back, from all I wanted
And it's been such a lovely time I hope you'll come

I'm a fucked up son
Dressed up the lucked out one
Sold out by what you want
So long unsellable ones, ones

You have bled from all you wanted
And I've said it so many times I almost forgot
Why try when you think that you haven't won

Underneath behind all the walls
You regret it so many times it almost feels right
Why try you can't even sell this one