If you never find a way to say it,
will it be OK?
Or will it lie just beneath the surface
until it rots away?
And even when you're talking about
you're lying through your teeth.
I see the way that it hangs upon you
as you're telling me
"everybody's got their own little
I walk this town as an unknow dstranger
and all I see
are the facades and their ashen
faces in the streets
where everybody's got the same opinion
and has the same disease
they're all drowning in their resignation
as they're telling me
"everybody's got their own
price to pay"
I feel it,
if pulls me down
it holds you down
your own little wieght
Another day, another broken promise,
another stunted dream.
Another lie and I'm realizing that
nothing's as it seems
and now you've left me with nothign
what can I believe?
I can't stand this rhetoric that
you're force-feeding me.