The Bazaareteria

There is no chasm in-between what's

Good or evil in an unplanned wasteland

Where nothing holds its shape

And brittle bonds are built to break down, down, down

It's in this phantom space where give and take

Dictate the rules and handshakes mandate

Your words to carry weight

And if they falter, plan to break down, down, down

Supply is on the rise

What do you want, or need? It's inside

Is this everything you could dream of?

Find out when you buy

Too Late

We shouldn't have waited for want to turn to need

Blind faith

Putting weight in the word of another can haunt you

Too Late

We shouldn't have let desire turn to greed

Blind faith

It's too good to be true

Admit to yourself you can't always tell when

The good will of others has ceased

You still have to trade, well aware of the risk

Cause the gears start to grind if not greased

The price is on the rise

What do you want or need? Step inside

We've got everything you could dream of

Come in, and roll the dice

Too Late

Blind faith

It's too good to be true

Too Late

We shouldn't have waited for want to turn to need

Blind faith

Putting weight in the word of another can haunt you

Too Late

We shouldn't have let desire turn to greed

Blind faith

It's too good to be true

It's too good to be true

It's too good to be true

It's gravity that pulls us close, but we tend to intervene

Insanity is tethered to the dose

And we're taking much more than we need

Oh, it's gravity that pulls us close, but we tend to intervene

Insanity is tethered to the dose

And we're taking much more than we need