Why is everything so gray - is everything so strange? Is everything so thrown together by mistake? Why is everything contrite - is everything a plight? Is everything so insincere and out of sight? Why - does everything seem wrong? Does everything look drawn? Does everything seem blasted like it don't belong? I wanna make it a way - i wanna make it a waste I wanna make it a gross misadventure I wanna make you all! I wanna make you all! I wanna make you… lie to me… lie to me… When - did everything go bad - did everything fall flat Did everything decay and lose itself so fast? When - did everything succumb - did everything go numb Did everything lobotomise what it's become? When - does everything come back? Does everything? Relapse Does everything save face and find itself at last? I wanna show you the way - i wanna show you the waste I wanna show you the worst misadventure I wanna show you all! I wanna show you all! I wanna show you how to… die for me… die for me… I wanna give it a way - i wanna give it the waste I wanna give it the worst misadventure I wanna give it all! I gonna give it all! I'll never give up! Lie to me… die for me… Now everything's a lie, everything's your lie Everything's a face inside another lie Now everything's a side, everything's one side Everything depends on just which side you're on…