Society breeds growing crowds of pointless masquerade,
Conformity a shallow lie that slowly starts to fade.
People strive for happiness; their efforts are contained,
In an illusion called reality, a prison for their pain.
I can only be myself; it's all I've to be.
There can be no-one else, no-one left but me.
You lie to seem like nothing's bad, a lie will make you strong.
Everything I ever thought turns out to be wrong.
The web you weave is so complex you start to lose yourself
I won't play your fucking games, my life's worth more than that.