What do you get when you build up your walls And you find that the pieces don't match up? You will see as they grow up tall The higher you go the farther you fall
Tetris!
Why do we feel the overpowering need to Fight these incongruities? Seems to me we'll continue the struggle In this way eternally
When you wake from the american dream And find you no longer fit the mold Suddenly you're dead to the world And you've been left out in the cold
When you think you've won You will disappear And when you are wrong You will be dead and gone
