check for a pulse
no use for a name
like sad and distant memories
time is something that we never can replace
a long and fucked up road but everyone's at home
where it's dysfunctional and safe
you can hide inside your kingdom where the guards refuse to change
without noticing the doubt in people these days
faces tell the story of a broken heart
acceptance has become a common state of mind
it's worse to feel than be out of touch
this is failure through conforming
paranoia is trend as life hangs in the balance of the weak-minded
free prescription of placebo for us all
we only stand when it's safe to fall