The Open Air 404

[Verse 1:]
This is it, far as I can tell
The ice stays cold on the road to hell
A frozen kind of fucking stubborn ambition that stays inside
So play me out to my very end
And drag me out 'til my face is red
From the blood that pulses through systems in front of the masses staring on
And I just have to sit there
This is not an uncommon thing
’Cause I say it once and I live it in
To operate as if every word is a drop of rain in a storm
Is a pretty fucking stupid idea
But I took the risk and the payoff's real
Complications arise in the form of a tick that won't stop sucking
Six years on, it’s a whole new world
The spinning top on a chaos twirl
And when it beats me up and it spits me out, I'm bruised and convulsing
Well it's funny now, and it was funny then
But if you believed that I would just pretend
That I'm following along like I always have then you'll see it erupt too soon

[Pre-Chorus:]
For my gentle breathing is guaranteed to fail
Because I've never been so embarrassed as when I stepped into the open air

[Chorus:]
I did it all for you
Like you would want me to
My blood will pressurize
Content to compromise