What is this? What do you know about what this is?
When you run... where do you have to go when you run?
Asking a question in stereo
makes it much harder to hide
you look like you fell off the back of a truck with a talent for heartless goodbyes.
There's so much confusion there is so much fucking noise, you can try to tune it out, but then you don't have a point.
Look at me, do you see any conspiracy, was I framed on the very day I was named? Tell me that something's impossible, I already know that's a lie, you look like you snuck on the ice cream man's truck and ate all of my favorite kinds.
There's so much confusion...
Give me some, of your fake equilibrium, can I ask how long you've had to wear that mask? Tell me that nothing's impossible, I already know that's a lie...