And now he craves the complication   Yet something's up his sleeve   He bends the rails to miss the station   To let the pressure breathe   And now for readers of this fiction   There's something to believe      He's going under   The red flags falling down   My only brother, brother   He cuts in with a harmony   The voice of his own worst enemy      And in his head it doesn't matter   There's nothing else to do   When every step, a new cliff hanger   He begs for one false move   To send his silver lining scattered   And make this mess come true      He's going under   The red flags waving around   My only brother, brother   He cuts in with a harmony   The voice of his own worst enemy      And in his head it doesn't matter   In his head it does not matter   Matter, matter, matter       He's going under   My only brother, brother   He cuts in with a harmony   The voice of his own worst enemy