Standard (EADGBE)

You have no interest in the past

 Where you came from

 Where you're going to

There's a cliche in your eye

 File the edges down

 Soon be underground

There's nothing here for you under the sun

There's nothing new to do, it's all been done

 So put your faith in another place

Never seem to get away from this

It's all fallen into an abyss

 So put your foot on the pedal boy

All you know is secondhand

 Bullet pass through

 The cage inside you

You stole the only thing you love

 So unfaithful

 Drop is fatal