I hear million carbon copies of myself
And every single one of them is shouting
You should go to hell
The more they talk the more I think I might as well
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut

It's really hard to see
With colors painted on
It's really hard to see
Hate colors, hate it all
Hate colors, hate it all
Hate colors, hate you all
It's really hard to see
With the colors painted on

Dream's are beautiful lies! Reality is the painful truth!