As I travel the same route every day,
Beyond the smiling faces I hear the voices play,
The children cry and their thoughts all scream,
Peace and quiet is superficial, just another dead dream,
The tears they mingle with paranoid eyes,
With every sip from a cup a part of me dies,
I try to survive to fight all the hate,
But paranoid freaks like me never recuperate,
From all the bull-shit said and done,
The answers all lie within a gun,
But that's just another one of those lies,
Made up for people with paranoid eyes,
By people with smiles and artificial lives,
Who tell you you're weak and only the strong survives,
The crap we go through just to make them look good,
We think for ouselves so they call us "mis-understood",
Well maybe we are, maybe I am,
Maybe I'm normal and they're just glam,
But I like being twisted, yeah I like that look,
The one they give me that stabs like a hook,
Into my heart and twists till it hurts,
Because I'm different, my heart has to burst,
To bring them pleasure, a cheap drug to make them high,
But I'm the smart one, who sees through their lies,
As I travel the same route every day,
Beyond smiling faces I hear the darkest thoughts play,
The children cry and their thoughts, they scream,
Peace and quiet is superficial, just another dead dream,
But that's just another one of those lies...
Made up for people,
With paranoid eyes;

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