Autopilot Video (MV)

We're all set to make a killing, I can't afford the luxury no more
But we're just trying to make a living
Can I complain with one foot out the door
And I've never asked for much
But in pursuit of great endeavors, it's hard for me to know who I can trust

One step forward, two steps back
I'm on the brink of death
If all my fears come to fruition, i'm off the hook; out of commission

I'm no man to envy
I'm no fool to pity
I live a life of greed. Taking what I need
But it took it's toll

And I'll never live this down
I dipped my toes to test the water, but if I tread to much I fear I'll drown

One step forward, two steps back
I'm on the brink of death
If all my fears come to fruition
I'm out of luck; trade my ambition

Yea, I'm at the mercy of the wit of a dead man
And he extinguished all light from my eyes
Yet, I've been hooked by the wits of a dead man
And you can tell from the white of my eyes
And now I'm at your mercy, and I want out