Back to the bottle
Can’t reach the bottom
Facing the future
In the other direction
Swimming is drowning
And running is sinking
Can’t get a grasp on
This sick kind of thinking
Same soft parade
Of freaks and aliens
Shuffling through the rain
Hustling chameleons
And your fragile little heart
Is crushed to the dust
While all the broken pieces
Are left for us
End of the world now
Our rapture is coming
Last will and prophesy
For the ones that are waiting
This life is a circus
Self-doubt and self-hating
There’s only one ticket
To escape the evading
Shame on your charade
For the deceit and trickery
But it’s just the human race
Brought down by your inhumanity
And your fragile little heart
Is crushed to the dust
While all the broken pieces
Are left for us