burn my clothes
cut my hair
no more pretending
pretending to care
change my style
the way i talk
change my scene
learning the art
of shutting the fuck up
it makes no difference
what we say or do
we can pretend to care
won’t get us anywhere
it’s all in my head
and the thoughts that flow
without my anguish
I feel like nothing
without this blues
I feel like a terrorist
nothing matters
we are not important
nothing lasts
we are living death