One last time.
Why? You change yourself into something different.
Why? You change for no one Else's but the whole worlds.
Expectations.
You dug yourself real deep this time.
So lose the shovel.
You dug yourself real deep this time.
So listen here.
Lean on this crutch or be trampled!
Look back at this filthy world it's what we are left with.
This filthy world, it's what were left with.
Try turning this around.
I just look back at the filthy world, and I bow down.
Cry out.
Love is reflection, painted deep, drowning in your own self-reflections.
Drowning in your own, disconnected reflections.
We're all torn from this.
We're all torn.
Disconnected.
Reflections.