There's something different going on up there
A piece of silence within
Helpless stranger looking out to understand
What it means to be real
Ahead: The life we always dreamed in
But life is not what you expect
So tempting, but nothing never happens
And nothing feels the same
I lucked out again
Screw me: I like it!
Screw me: I like it!
If nothing's to it then what's happening?
Shape-shifted finite ending
Hapless-scratcher looking past the wounded trash
By what means to conceal
Upheld: A life of tired dream-years
But lines reverses all respect
So empty, but somethings never simple
The vicious cut remains
All senses and blame
Screw me: I like it!
Screw me: I like it!