House of Chances (Isolator Pt. 2)

Don't pay the toll, they believe in what they want to
The cost, the anchor of buying what they sell you
They're not like anyone else, their number's up

Under the strain for gold, for gold
Under the strain, gold...

Swept under rug and left to your own devices
You're back on the heels of your self-made sacrifices
Deny your every instinct, you'll tell the world

Under the spell and wandering
Under that cold, black star

Saint Vitus, dance for all of whom that remember
House built of chance, promises, and surrender
Saint Vitus, dance for all of whom that remember
(One thing, that leads into something)
(That comes from the one thing, that bleeds into nothing, that causes the...)

Can you see the end from here?
I can see it so clear

Saint Vitus, dance from the operator, the operator...