Your smalltown ignorance
makes me fucking sick
do you really think
that this is it?
Here comes the aftermath
here comes the pain
don't scratch the surface
ever again
We're so filled up
with our creeated needs
we're bitter
and we choose not to see
wr're playing high stakes
in a game we cannot win
It is our privilege
to waste away
and it is your destiny
to silently obey
another wall is raised
pleased save us from ourselves
We hide from each other
we hide from ourselves
we see only
what we want to see
I can give you
a hundred reasons
for you open your eyes
for the same reasons
you choose to stay blind
Here comes the aftermath
here comes the pain