Goodbye old friend, my paranoid
We'll meet again some day
Life [bad word] out
I guess I had enough, I need to go now

I used to live in a house of glass
Where no [bad word] or goes
Watching life outside

I used to stand behind the door
And hope the wind won't blow
And mess my fears around

It took me so long to find out
Where they're hiding

Music like rain over my deepest feelings
On your faking land
Music like rain over my deepest feelings
On your faking land