too many skeletons in the closet
so many things so hypocrite
contradictions lead in cynicism
with the things we've done we've cut off our tongue

can we discover something more
when we put out our blue eyes
what do we reach by groaning
the pain of our bleeding eyes?
boring minds with boring lives
is that our goal?
depression
meaning fades away
did it even exist?

every beautiful thing is alway so naive
but i choose to be naive instead of dead
save the planet by killing yourself
but i've got a reason to live!!!