Everyone here thinks they're so damn special
Shining out like they're not terrified of the dark
I wonder could i ever be like them?
I'd die to be that sure of anything
Another one of the drones without original thought
I spend my days chasing down a fleeting release
At night i get high and wrap up in my fantasies
Running thinner than a razor blade
Bifurcating to endure the strain
Here's to the life - a fight for inner peace
So i bide my time
Grind my teeth
I'll guard my stories
'till i make my leap