Why is everything so gray – is everything so strange?

Is everything so thrown together by mistake?

Why is everything contrite – is everything a plight?

Is everything so insincere and out of sight?

Why – does everything seem wrong?

Does everything look drawn?

Does everything seem blasted like it don’t belong?

I wanna make it a way – i wanna make it a waste

I wanna make it a gross misadventure

I wanna make you all!

I wanna make you all!

I wanna make you… lie to me… lie to me…

When – did everything go bad – did everything fall flat

Did everything decay and lose itself so fast?

When – did everything succumb – did everything go numb

Did everything lobotomise what it’s become?

When – does everything come back?

Does everything?

Relapse

Does everything save face and find itself at last?

I wanna show you the way – i wanna show you the waste

I wanna show you the worst misadventure

I wanna show you all!

I wanna show you all!

I wanna show you how to… die for me… die for me…

I wanna give it a way – i wanna give it the waste

I wanna give it the worst misadventure

I wanna give it all!

I gonna give it all!

I’ll never give up!

Lie to me… die for me…

Now everything’s a lie, everything’s your lie

Everything’s a face inside another lie

Now everything’s a side, everything’s one side

Everything depends on just which side you’re on…