Am I lying to myself when everyone else here sees right through me

and all the products they've sold me

I let them own me now don't I feel like such a man,

but I'll hide my guilt and no regrets

Smoke a thousand cigarettes and slowly tear myself apart until

suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love

There's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think

There are several different ways to waste our time here,

mine will be the one that digs my grave

But anyway I can see for miles and miles,

troubled are the few who reach for the stars

And I don't even know where the hell we are,

but honestly I'm starting to think that I'm lost

Like suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love,

there's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think

So don't shoot me full of your lies, I know the profit song,

it moves the bones till round and round we go

Can cite examples why I'm right, I don't look the same,

I can barely tell myself apart, like suddenly I'm in

The middle of the part I love, there's no rest for these feelings,

and I think that enough is enough

So don't tell me the same stories, I've heard them all before,

there's no telling what you're selling

But I don't want it anymore, you think you've got it all,

but you don't have what we're looking for