Scratch the surface serve a purpose Scratch the surface don't waste my time
Such an empty life, night after night All hidden faults, are such a shallow sight
Such simple sheep, herd to the creeps Beauty is null, barely skin deep
What is the force that drives the superficial Tell me what keeps their minds remaining little What is the force that drives the superficial Tell me what keeps their minds remaining... So afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy So afraid to actually Scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide... Faillure inside That's maybe why they take so much
Big money lies, big lyin' eyes Eye's are the soul of big dollar signs