CLEAR
Verse 1:
Same old faces looking down on you
I don't call it pride but justice to
Uniform and bland like a set of keys
Lock 'em up and do whatever you please
But my attitude is aging
Day by day
To the psychopathic rhythm
There's nothing to say
Pre-Chorus:
Can't I pack up
And walk away?
As long as you're here
I have to stay
Chorus:
I close my ears to all that surrounds me
Paper masks...are all that I see
I turn my head to look at the clock
Broken hands...I know this won't stop
Verse 2:
This same old punch line is getting stale
I think of every thought as a mission failed
But I've said too much
And listened too little
Everyone just seems put me in the middle
But there's a burning taste inside my mouth
Char coal inside
It's heading south
Verse 3:
Is there ever such thing as being confused?
Our are we all insane with nothing to loose?
Can we try our best and have something to show?
Or will we just fuck up on things we know?
All my problems are lined up
At the door
Taking up all numbers
Not keeping score
PLACE IN MY MIND
Verse 1:
Unconscience...reality
Walking through the past day by day
Start from scratch...knock it down
Turning heads to this sucking sound
Pre-Chorus:
Summing things up
Everywhere I go
With nothing to prove
But something to show
Chrous:
Because there's a place in my mind / That I find
Some sort of relief
But strange as it seems / Nothing means
What you want it to
And whatever you say / the next day
You've become what you've hated
So every move you make / Is it fake?
And just in the heat of the moment?
Verse 2:
Paranormal...society
Classify the people and say they are free
Watching eyes...Judging our moves
Showing we're wrong and be able to prove
Verse 3:
Misplaced...taking sides
Blind to our sight while closing our eyes
Set it straight...speak up now
No time to loose so don't be late
CYCLE
Verse 1:
Our egos become a simple roll of the dice
Almost every time the numbers never stay twice
Trust in yourself becomes kin to this theory
Game of roulette where the guesses aren't even near me
Pre-Chorus:
But how can we come to make
All the same mistakes
Never learning / Never caring
Self-Indulgent / Burden baring
Mystery...
Chorus:
It's hard to accept adolescence as a passing fad
No generation gap just an all-affecting cycle of madness
Spinning round and round / Playing with our minds now
Watching us from behind / Everyone losing our mind
Strange as it seems / living up to our dreams
Verse 2:
Developing our opinions and attitudes
The past plays a part in what we think we do
Taking these past revolutions away
We think we found the answer but not today
Verse 3:
We switch seats with our enemies
Dividing us apart into societies
Sections blocked off they think we're blind
Decisions we make affect all mankind
