1st Person
Why is everything so grey, is everything so strange,Is everything so thrown together by mistake?Why is everything contrite, is everything a plight,Is everything so insincere and out of sight?
Why does everything seem wrong,Does everything look drawn,Does everything seem blasted like it don't belong?
I wanna make it a wayI wanna make it a wasteI wanna make it a gross misadventureI wanna make you allI wanna make you allI wanna make you lie to me, lie to me
When did everything go bad, did everything fall flat,Did everything decay and lose itself so fast?When did everything succumb, did everything go numb,Did everything lobotomize what it's become?
When does everything come back,Does everything relapse,Does everything save face and find itself at last?
I, I wanna show you the wayI wanna show you the wasteI wanna show you the worst misadventureI wanna show you allI wanna show you allI wanna show you how to die for me, die for me
I wanna give it a wayI wanna give it the wasteI wanna give it the worst misadventureI wanna give it allI'm gonna give it allI'll never give upLie to me, die for me
Now everything's a lie, everything's your lieEverything's a face inside another lieNow everything's a side, everything's one sideEverything depends on just which side you're on