Misidentified yourself
The goals of everybody else aren't yours
Who's to blame?
Etch the sketch of someone who cuts to the heart with every part in view
Write your name
When sitting in the waiting room
Enduring the impending doom
And wishing for something better
Categories are in plenty even though they are so empty
How can it change?
Cuz everybody's dress is new
You made a wrapping paper suit
Who says that it's strange?
You're waiting in the sitting room
Awaiting the impending doom
Wishing for something better
It's a waste of time to tear it apart
Draw a brand new line and thus begins your art
On the other side is bleeding decay
In the place you stand you'll find another way