No attraction to those living out their own dreams
Falsified idols making up for self esteem
There is no warm embrace, there is no tender face
Only dark in this place to bring to light living disgrace
Drawn in picked out just upon an image preaching
False hope upon dry hands, upon what, what, what it all is
Something that is seen as different but it rots away
With the feelings that displace the blame
React in fear to the lies so cynical
Integrity denied so simple
Reality a concept that’s not so hard to understand
What’s good is bad, and what’s bad? What’s bad is good
There’s no time to change, there’s no time
To witness through all these lies
Know it all since it’s all, know it all since it’s all blind
Force-fed beautiful serenity of loneliness