How much is too much
I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger
Before you cast your stones
Take a look at yourself
How can you expect from someone
What you won't do yourself
There's no bottom to your reality
Your desperation is utter and complete
What you can't learn about yourself
You have to steal from someone else
And what you can't steal
What you can't steal, you have to deny
Rapid decompression
Sometimes it feels
Sometimes it feels
Like the whole world's coming to an end