Scratch the surface
serve a purpose
scratch the surface
dont waste my time
Such empty life
Such simple sheep
night after night
herd to the creeps all hidden
faults beauty is null
such shallow sight barely skin
What is the force that drives the superficial
tell me what keeps their minds remaining little
so afraid of what theyd see underneath
the fantasy so afraid to actually scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide Big money
lies faillure inside big lying eyes
thats maybe why eyes are the soul
they take so much time big dollar signs