It's the core of our existance, the reason to rhyme
The logic of persistance, why we all toe the line
It's a matter of opinion, as a matter of fact
We all play the game, even though the deck is stacked
As we struggle to get by, our nerves get frayed
And we don't want to face the music that our actions have played
But the song of the Sirens', draws our ships to the rocks
And the door flings wide, when opportunity knocks
