Why is it that no one sees,
that the person behind this glass is me.
And why do you all just point and stare,
as I choke and gasp for air?
Is it that no one knows the real me?
Are they all afraid of me?
Afraid that I might reveal the truth,
That no one is really what they seem
They're all just victims of this fantasy world
That the media reveals as something good
When really its just a hell on earth
Children starving people dieing
Doesn't anybody care?
Of course not...
Everyones to busy worrying about themselves
To even realize whats really happening
Everyones being brainwashed into thinking that
They need to be 5'5 and wear an extra small in everything
That money is the only way to happiness
That war is always the best answer
Well I think they should all just die
They should have the same fate as I
Stuck behind the glass
No one can hear you now
No one cares anymore.....