Although the plain lie
Although it's nearly dying

You don't know when the dream becomes
A modern stupid play
Stolen rage to hide my ego when
I`m driving right to my cure
Hasty acts emerging chaos gratify my whim
You'll never know how it’d have been

Hate satisfies your greed, it never grows into me
Although I need a cure, it's just my angercure
Although the plain lie
Although it's nearly dying
Although the plain lie
It's just my angercure

And bleeding over thousands,
Thousands of burning minds
Eternal act of routine,
Routine like it has been before
Will I stop to guess tomorrow’s dates with all my friends?
You'll never know how it’d have been