Should we care for insincerity
While we are floating away
And the faces pass us by

Should we care for this insanity
Destroying fears anyway
When curing is just a fake
When all desire is denied

Will we mind the instability
When hurting eyes can see
And [bad word] overflows

Changing shapes, resembling constancy
But hiding at home in bed
Thinking aloud but speaking silently

All you need is
Lies
Retouching all your tears, ideas will rise, you'll [bad word] the years with
Lies
Retouching all your fears and you will rise
And [bad word] the tears

Purging out the rigid old beliefs
And realise what's new
Never justify yourself
If you could gain fame enough
To beg for understanding
But you'd never really care