Original lyrics

EN

Things aren’t fine Well have you heard? The circus has seen better days Feast your ears Now suck it up Or do your part to rearrange Killing veins Completely drained A cold exchange A heart for fortune and fame Losing our way And the thoughts that we convey All lost to correction Losing our voice In pursuit of perfection And just below the surface is The substance bound to separate The plastic from the human feel To let us know that we’re awake I’m tired of this game Cycling away from all that’s imperfect Spiraling away from that’s human I want to know you hear me Spitting out and bearing down I want to know you feel me here Threading your skin With a memory A think-twice Hell on Earth A paradise I want to know you feel me hear Threading your skin