It's a long hard road to walk on
Everytime I try to penetrate I'm wrong
It's obvious that I could fit, in this all
Every inch of me is made of the same sh**
Yet I don't feel good, So close to denial
The pieces that I try to mix are so hateful
Do they even try
Do they even care
Do I really am
Do I really feel
Deep, down, in the crowd
I'm constantly watching the others' pride
Stuck in my own hate
I've been building a negative fate
Do they even try
Do they even care
Do I really am
Do I really feel
Can't help pretending
While I'm f_cking the world in my head
Lies are my escape
To not being left as I'm going dead
Do you like me
Do you love me
Will we survive
Will we be a part
A part of this
Can't stop faking, living this way
Can't stop hurting myself with it
I'm torn apart, my mind's outside
I'm watching myself decay
Can't stop faking to be accepted
Can't stop hurting with being what I hate
Just to follow the mess
Just to follow the world
Just to follow the whole
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Restless hurtings for things we don't need
A mutual hating but we're so naive
Hopeless savings, as if we were kings
The final ending leads to nothing
The time, the hours
The taste, the colors
The faces, the line
The anger, the rhymes
The time, the hours
The taste, the Why's
The waste, we drawn
The ma**es we are.