Sometimes it's still too much to take.
They say I'm strong. Am I so strong?
I'm really not. I think I'm fake.
Where are you?
Something slipped, and someone cried,
And everyone we love will die.
My loves too much. So it's a lie.
I love too much. It makes me cry.
We run and think and smoke and drink.
My hands are stained. Is it blood or ink?
My words are not the missing link.
A broken chain. We're on the brink.
Where am I?
They called me nice, well they were wrong.
I've just refined this darkness too long.
I'm an evil one. Don't sing this song.
My hearts not big. They all were wrong.
My eyes have learned to look quite real.
My brains learned well to fake the feel.
The cracks are hidden, but never heal.
I never give. Just hit and steal.
Where are we?
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