White Walls

The monsters are made And we have proven that we'll be one of them The whores take the stage The whores take the stage Flash our skills Gotta draw 'em in Gotta keep 'em on their toes On their toes! Don't show them who you truly are Who would want honesty? Who would want a group of people that one can relate with? [x2] They have to look up Simple peasants Who the fuck thinks we can all be on a similar plane? [missing lyric] We need worship We need devotion Becoming gods from the image that is thrown Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort. [x2] It's not a musical journey anymore They chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound Puppets for a greed-driven carnival The same charade as the passing years Force me out there Don't give them a chance. [x2] They want to be fed Fed a simple replication of past greatness Step back (Evaluate. Recognize.) We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventually Get out of this closed off circle We are part of We are part of Get out of this closed off circle Get out of this closed off circle It's all the same This is all we have When we die It's what's left of us When we die We will be remembered for this [x4] White walls! [x4]