Does it make you sick? Aren't you sick of it?
I don't wanna move. I don't wanna live.
We always want a cure. Now we feel the stab.
I am happy and I'm sad. I feel pain and relief.
And now it seems it's not the way we wanted.
Oh, but at least we share the dream.
And they will cleanse themselves of blood they never knew.
Mental stains from tainted blood.
Can I let you down? Won't you let me down?
I'm so tired of it, at least the bottom, it seems clear.
And now it seems it's not the way we wanted.
Oh, but at least we share the dream.
And no one else would ever understand the shame.
It seems we were born to lift this weight.
Does it make you sick? Aren't you sick of it?
I'm so tired of this, all this shaving my head.
The scared boy thinks he's safe if you can't see his eyes
But you can't see, you can't see his eyes
His lies