All falling down, razed to the ground

All hopes and aspirations lost or lying broken on the floor

The cracks are starting to appear in the shiny new veneer

The knives are out and being sharpened as we speak

Put the rope around my neck, I can feel it digging in

To my skin getting tighter, I'm about to choke

All played for laughs, all so much fun

But my finger's getting itchy on the trigger of my gun

Is the silence speaking volumes

No one there to turn it down

But I'm done with false pretenses

Done with listening to the sound

Put the rope around my neck, I can feel it digging in

To my skin getting tighter, I'm about to choke

And while my heart's still beating

I will try to struggle on standing in the shadows

But I'm looking at the sun