stuck on a journey going nowhere,
your chances slim because you're not built to last,
sights are high but you're still on the ground,
the only stairs you take go way, way down.
seeing is believing,
but sometimes your eyes refuse to see,
sights set on your own self contempt,
your very presence is threatened 'cause you're so hell-bent,
now you've gone too far, your deeds are reflected,
the walls crash down and your world is dejected.
just another wash up,
you'll never thrive to be nothing more,
just another wash up,
washed up and dried out on the floor.
your dumb miss testament of fact,
has you digging your grave and there's no turning back,
keep up your pursuit and carry on digging,
'cause for what you've done there'll be no forgiving.
seeing is believing,
but sometimes your eyes refuse to see,
seeing is believing,
you'll never be what you wanna be.