There's a bad, bad man
Holding out an open hand
While the other conceals a scythe
And he's on the TV set
Saying he's the best we get
With a face that's made out of lies
Well I guess I've got no choice
'Cause you know boys will be boys
I've got bigger fish to fry
Like this crippling self doubt
Or perfecting perfect pouts
Gonna google the meaning of life
Is that it?
All the cigarettes we smoked
And the promises I broke
Are coming back to haunt me again
I'm still head over heels
But I'm struggling to feel
I'm emotionally stunted you say?
You have these grand visions
If only I was listening
I think the greed is rotting my brain
The drugs we used to love
All my friends have given up
So I'm sitting in my room again
Oh I need to suck it up
Overflowing is my cup
It's really time to act my age
I confess my reason why
My "progressive open mind"
It's just words filling up a blank page
You look at me with eyes
That you don't dare disguise
When I tell you that we need a break
You see the world in black and white
I don't even want to fight
These symptoms aren't going away
Away
Away
If I bury my head I'm lost
But it's all I want
Delusion
Someone to lean on
A friendly face
A demon
If I bury my head I'm lost
But it's all I want
Delusion
Someone to lean on
A friendly face
A demon
Someone to lean on
A friendly face
A demon
Someone to lean on
A friendly face
Delusion