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 scratching 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 Screw me, I like it Screw me, I like it Screw me, I like it Screw me, I like it