Woorden: White Light Riot. Atomism.

I was always told to keep myself an earshot away
Nothing's as it seems and no one really is what they claim
Show me riches, show me pictures of a candy coated fate
I'm getting drunk on empty promises
And I don't like the taste

I watch your charade, but I still want to play this out
I cannot join this parade and walk among a faceless crowd

You make it feel so right, but we don't all care for your fake paradise
You make it look so right, but I'm a modest man and I'll take my own advice

I was always told to speak and let my words carry me
My voice is only wind, it whispers to your dead fallen trees
Wish I could crash your inner party, you wanna make us double think
Wish I could save this generation, but I don't know what to say

I watch your charade, but I still want to play this out
I cannot join this parade and walk among a faceless crowd

You make it feel so right, but we don't all care for your fake paradise
You make it look so right, but I'm a modest man and I'll take my own advice

(Thanks to Allie for these lyrics)