Living in the blur of "id"
Between the ego and the guilt
Everyone is hiding something ugly
I cant say that they're alone in it
Chorus:
The black cloud chases like satellites overhead
I don't
I don't have the patience to watch you looking down on me
I wont
I don't need a reason to feel love from anyone here
where your only love is yourself.
Your only love is yourself.
Crucify yourself for them
Does it make you feel any better?
Religion as the crutch
all warped and delerious
and I swear I cant take it anymore
(Chorus)
And you'll crash, you'll burn,
and you'll wreck and you'll earn the right to lose your mind
when you rush, you will rage, and you war
just to make it right again
