to fit the mold

we are liars and vultures

rapists of the weak

plunders of peace

oh

we're on a constant search for someone

to walk us through the storm

to help us when we're lost

make us understand we're not alone

we are defenseless

not knowing when we will fall

without words and speechless

walk us through the storm

on a bound collision course

we're scared we'll end up to nothing

and we change to fit the mold

we are. we're accidents forced to happen

plunders of peace

and we are hiding from each other

afraid you'll see our right face

we're planning the escape

to rid our fate

we're scared we'll end up to nothing

and we change to fit the mold

we are. we're accidents forced to happen

oh yeah

we are the hollowed center and

and we bend to reach to control

how far. how far will we reach for something?

we don't even know

we're scared we'll end up to nothing

and we change to fit the mold

we are. we are the hollowed center and

how far. how far will we reach for something?

something we don't even know

we are. so afraid of the unknown

we're scared we'll end up to nothing

and we change to fit the mold

we are afraid we stand last with nothing

and we bend to reach control.