What about the real world What about the fumes we make? What about the real world What about the fun at stake? But what about the real world what about the way we fake? You tell me that's your way out, You tell me that's your way out, You tell me that's your way out but baby you just stay awake
It's like you're on a mission throwing all the pleasure down You find it hard to deal with Yet you're not away somehow I'll bulletproof my reason If you consider this your help Instaed of just undressing, instead of just undressing You keep on wearing faces that'll never save you from yourself
You're just a part just a face "How can you say it ain't true? And if i'm not an eplosion then what's it to you?" I'm just a guy with good taste "You're trying to fill the worlds shoes" So what about the real word and all the ways you try to fake? "You say it day in day out, you tell me that's my way out But everything you say just makes me want to be away from you"
Everyone knows, everyone sees You're choosing reactions and who you should be Everyone knows, everyone sees You're searching for something that just isn't me