Babies born, they cry
A desperate alarm to say they're alive
How many of them will survive each other?
These are the questions that pop into my mind
A cynicism developed over time.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh look outside it is such a nice day.
Underlying that is the sewage people say.
I wish the whispers never got the best of me
Slipping through the cracks, the gossip never ending
(Chorus)
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
I'm no psychiatrist, but I know that
Half of the things are done, for others, for laughter
For jokes, for the lawls, to have a ball, to hide from
Ourselves that when we'll go
We all go together
Oh look outside it is such a nice day.
Underlying that is the sewage people say.
I wish the whispers never got the best of me
Slipping through the cracks, the gossip never ending
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, Oh (keep lying to each other till it's old)
(keep lying to each other till it's old)
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
(awaiting us in the end)
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
(awaiting us in the end)
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Oh, I got to break out of their control,
I got to break out of their control
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
Lying is my medicine, to cover my oblivion
(Awaiting us in the end)
(Truth is always resisting)
(Truth is always resisting)
Simplicity (Awaiting us in the end)
Simplicity (Awaiting us in the end)