Don't bother knocking on the door, waiting for the host to arrive They've seen your type around before , gleaming with the sun in their eyes The truth (Or something like it), well, it's not the kind of thing that would sell And if you think they'll take a chance, I don't think you know them too well So what do you seek? And why do you stay? Are you waiting for the bottom to drop? The maniac is still in charge, look at how their baring their teeth Always cleaning something off, always something worse underneath Always have their eye out, and you're such a perfect dish for the feast And if somebody dares protest, then it's ten times worse at the least So what do you seek? And why do you stay? Are you waiting for the bottom to drop? If I only could say all the things that I think and know At the speed of my thoughts, and if only my thoughts would slow So they'd stand on their own, so the words came in the right row I would finish my thought and let everyone know How fast the fuse is burning and how much of this is going to blow We're foiled by the easiest obstacles to find on the ground We're tripping on banana peels, chasing tethered money around But I'm learning how to make the first explosion that will not make a sound Good is when you're fighting back, best is when you're tearing it down So why do i seek? And why do i stay? I'm waiting for the bottom to drop Well we've simply gone too far just to turn back now