we live in a world where the men prefer to use the ladies
and the ladies want to use the gents
we live in a world where wrong seems right
the priest prays for the thief for the grace to steal
the darkened souls of all men
stands as a foe to who they want to be
our mouth speaks pure
but our souls stammer
i'm scared of who I might grow up to become
caught between the rusty bars of a rotten world
where glory is given to paralyzed morals
i don't like you, you don't fancy me too
yet i call you my favorite person
we all roam the world with masks on
my smile is a smiley
don't trust that I'm smiling
you love me, so you cut me open with a knife
the teacher needs tutoring
the pastor needs a preacher
man stabs, woman cries
things fall apart
