too many skeletons in the closet 
so many things so hypocrite 
contradictions lead in cynicism 
with the things we've done we've cut off our tongue 

can we discover something more 
when we put out our blue eyes 
what do we reach by groaning 
the pain of our bleeding eyes? 
boring minds with boring lives 
is that our goal? 
depression 
meaning fades away 
did it even exist? 

every beautiful thing is alway so naive 
but i choose to be naive instead of dead 
save the planet by killing yourself 
but i've got a reason to live!!!