I tell them every dream I`ve ever had
I tell them every place I have ever gone
And if there`s a fear of empty space
I need to be surrounded by someone
Waiting for a chance that things could change
Or spend another night among the dead
Searching for a calming presence
I`m so excitable
Nothing happens, I just can`t go on
Tell me why we have to live like this
Waiting for a certain, distant fall
Comfort is as unlikely as escape
And love is always so conditional
I`m tired of the tense and frightened looks
Staring out these tired, anxious eyes
Looking for constant approval
I`m so desirable
Nothing matters, I have to move on
I have to move on
I have to move
I guess it`s pretty self-destructive to ruin on what you create
What if I said it`s more productive
Would you make a fool out of me?
Cause I`d make a fool out of you
With your cool guitars and rock-star eyes
thrash metaltional on cue
Or is it hypocrites, like us
That fear what truth can do?