Why should I bother to explain
When your mind's set
to disagree, deny
My humble opinion
Is over-cooked and black
Just throw it away
I am wearing the same old mask
I wore the day when we praised that we are sane
After the show
we both return home and stare
The walls are giving in!
Our feet are stuck and trapped
Can't you see how we're hunting ourselves
I told you
My empire's your asylum
There's nothing in between two liars
We were patients all along it seems
Now no one's telling me how I'm supposed to be
We checked out, believed the force fed revolution dream
We're sheeps, my dear, we're sheeps in need of fear
We are overboard, we are made of foam
We are naked souls
And those in need, are the ones who bleed
And those who give, control the ship
My empire's your asylum
There's nothing in between two liars
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