A front seat to your own flick, flick

If only you could see how much your emotions waver

Words are flowing from your mouth at lightning speed

They're packing heat

And are ready to kill

And are ready to kill

And are ready to kill

And are ready to kill

Cry, frown, hit, yell

Cry, frown, hit, yell

Let's watch where it takes you

You really don't have it that bad

You really don't have it that bad

You really don't have it that bad

Try looking through the glass of beauty

It will show you the truth

We are all guilty of self-centeredness

We have committed the crime

We have committed the crime

But what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul

But what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul

But what we fail to realize is the dent it

Everyone is full of it

Everyone is full of it, in their own way

Everyone is full of it, in their own way, in their own way

A young boy cannot comprehend social status, social status

And this boy is better off than any of us, any of us

Life will pass us by like a summer storm

And if we consume

We consume ourselves with ourselves

We will surely look back with sorrow

Sorrow, sorrow

Sorrow, sorrow