Dykehouse - Make This lyrics

I see him on my way to work Shell son the that drive me back into the And I try yea I try To make sense of this charade Searching for some And you lie yea you lie To maintain your and with empty There's no point in trying to make me into something that it's not And there's no way that I can fake it When my hopes begun to rise the always revert to And the outside world I scoff They treat you of the day And I try yea I try To have faith in see the But they lie yea they lie And they break their own order There's no point in trying to make it the world into a better place And there's no way the earth will take it she will crush for you stumbling through this empty grave I found the focus hear the voice of put my hands up to the ground But I can't muster up the sound There's no point in trying to make it into something that's it's not And there is no way that I could fake this When my hopes begun to rise