I can`t see past your slick veneers.
Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers.
Why not just kill yourselves instead?
You fucking people are already dead.
Dancing drunk to the radio.
`Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all.
And all the drama queens,
all you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio.
No one`s gonna save you, so just quit trying.
No one`s gonna save you, so just quit crying.
