In a scene not mature enough for the ideals they hold
Your methods moan failure
Reality moaned failure
But still that's nothing new
We must raze the mental state
Insanity being our only future
I can't take life, it's too close, it's too real
It's too much for I can feel the insanity stilled
Contradicting itself with the truth is a lie
Which face of the face do I face?
We're mauled by subliminal greed
Again that's nothing new
But when intentions drip with pus
Deny forced unwanted conditioning
You can't take life, it's too close, it's too real
It's too much, can yoiu feel the insanity stilled?
Contradicting itself with the truth is a lie
Which face of the face do you face?
I once held the yardstick of another's perfection
I threw it down and carved my own
We can't take life, it's too close, it's too real
It's too much for we can feel the insanity stilled
Contradicting itself with the truth is a lie
Which face of the face do we face?
Who can take life if it's too close, too real
If it's too much - who can feel the insanity stilled?
If a contradiction with the truth is a lie?
Which face of the face can we face?
