Things are looking fine, maybe on the outside.
The season's stirring me and I can't control my instincts.
Emotions blocked out, I left you strung out, I struggle to be free.
Gentle masquerade, and I can't control my actions.
How did things wear down into such decay?
How do I express the way I feel today?
Feeling out of touch, striving to stay sane.
How do I explain what I became today?
Running from myself, trying to forget, but regret will never leave me.
Emotions blocked out, I left you strung out, I struggle to be free.
Humanity's charade, and I can't control what's happening like I should.
How did things wear down into such decay?
How do I express the way I feel today?
Feeling out of touch, striving to stay sane,
how do I explain what I became today?
And I'm hiding from these rays, they're penetrating me,
and I realize I can't theorize your pain.
Searching for the right words to convey.
Time will bury choices I have made.
Will I learn to live with my mistakes?
Or be stuck here, in complacency.
In the wake of these neon lights.
