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