Maus If You Stay
If you stay
They will hurt you
Although they won't mean to
It's just their shape
If you leave
They'll probably find you
Knowing what you do to escape
With broken dreams on display
It's harder to find a way to get them made
'cause it's no lie
The bastards will poke you
Scared of what you'll do
Could make them relate
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Reality is what you make it
Don't let the bastards grind you down
They can't hit what they can't see coming
If you fail
You're amusing
Watching others fall makes them tick
If you quit
They'll be pleased to forget you
Then put you on re-run once they're nostalgic
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Reality is what you make it
Don't let the bastards grind you down
They can't hit what they can't see coming
If it hurts, don't show it
If it bleeds, then hide it
If it hurts, don't show it
Give the rest of you ... now!
It's not o.k.! it's not fine!
They will take you in, and then spit you out!
It's not fine! not o.k.!
They will take you in, and then spit you out, again!
Don't let the bastards grind you down
They can't hit what they can't see coming
