Letra de Perspective

where does it come from this screaming, unfitting lock upon? that cannot play these games is happiness just a shell for indolence? here i sit and smile when all inside is turning upside down when all inside is screaming or crying and does it really matter (how you look at it) how honesty prevails amongst the pressure and unfitting dreams you keep on hitting yourself against? it's how you look at it (where you look at it) i see just a pile of shit to get rid of sometimes so tired of trying of pretty problems whores in bright light unwanted children with nothing worthwhile to say if i just could listen to you but the air is so thick of greed that i could be hitting myself against it forever just fucking cannot!!! pretty problems i cannot play these games whores in bright light i cannot play these games unwanted children i cannot play these games the pity, the blame i cannot play these games