The cut-out eye holes in your mask

They're windows into your soul

Painting pictures of your past

I’m not a pessimist

I’m just a realist

I fell for my own honeytrap

I swear I saw it coming

I wish I could take it back

There’s no prosperity

I'll never belong here

I've never belonged here

I'll never belong

I've never belonged here

You play your cards close to your chest

Cause’ this is the age of

The 'bystander effect’

I’m not a realist

I’m a surrealist