Why is everything so gray – is everything so strange?
Is everything so thrown together by mistake?
Why is everything contrite – is everything a plight?
Is everything so insincere and out of sight?

Why – does everything seem wrong?
Does everything look drawn?
Does everything seem blasted like it don't belong?

I wanna make it a way – i wanna make it a waste
I wanna make it a gross misadventure
I wanna make you all!
I wanna make you all!
I wanna make you… lie to me… lie to me…

When – did everything go bad – did everything fall flat
Did everything decay and lose itself so fast?
When – did everything succumb – did everything go numb
Did everything lobotomise what it's become?

When – does everything come back?
Does everything?
Relapse
Does everything save face and find itself at last?

I wanna show you the way – i wanna show you the waste
I wanna show you the worst misadventure
I wanna show you all!
I wanna show you all!
I wanna show you how to… die for me… die for me…

I wanna give it a way – i wanna give it the waste
I wanna give it the worst misadventure
I wanna give it all!
I gonna give it all!
I'll never give up!
Lie to me… die for me…

Now everything's a lie, everything's your lie
Everything's a face inside another lie
Now everything's a side, everything's one side
Everything depends on just which side you're on…