Standing on the edge of sanity
Throwing insults at the void,
Zero plus zero is the Lords work
But if you do it he gets annoyed,
Id feel less like St. Sebastian
If youd stop searching for another arrow,
Why are you always repeating yourself
Like youre trapped inside of Bolero?
Now you cry
Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
I know you think youre better than me,
Well maybe you are,
Oh but then youd have to admit that being better
Hasnt got you very far
Floating with your head underwater
Screaming hatred into the sea,
Wasted wasteful anger time is the only time you made for me
I have no reason to think about you to worry or to care,
You used to be my main man
But when I look at you now, hes not there
Now you call me a
Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
I know you think youre better than me,
Well maybe you are,
Oh but then youd have to admit that being better
Hasnt got you very far
Now you cry
Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
I know you think youre better than me,
Well maybe you are,
Oh but then youd have to admit that being better
Hasnt got you very far