are you satisfied?
do you feel what I feel?
you do...you do...it's just how you handle it
those eyes staring at you like if you were a circus freak
watching how you dress, what car you drive,
everything you have, but you...not you
you feel unique, outstanding...
it's not good, you don't fit, we don't fit...we'll never fit
we have no place, always hiding our true selves from everyone
trying not to get close, because we know our truth
the feelig is always there, growing exponentially
feeding from this meaningless enviroment we live in
and it's never enough, it can't be filled
always this abyss, this black hole growing, on the inside
but the facade is always there, keeping us safe
we can't take control, we just pretend to have it
underneath we are crumbling apart
we are empty, but we have more than they can have
we know what to look for, and we know we won't ever find it
true happines can't be achieved
those who look perfect, who seems to have it all,
are emptier than we are, it's just a parade for us
to keeps us looking, to keep us dominated...
Those who are looking, never will find
and never will know what is to find...
Buy, buy, buy...Their solution to it all
and those who doesn't follow that train of thought
believe in something that is not,
and think to have it but it's just a matter of time
to feel the void inside, growing larger and larger
but it's you who pacifies me
you distract me from that
that hunger of something I'll never have.