1st Person

Why, is everything so gray, is everything so strange Is everything so thrown together by mistake? Why, is everything contrite, is everything a plight Is everything so insincere and out of sight? Why, does everything seem wrong Does everything look drawn Does everything seem blasted like it don't belong? I wanna make it a way, I wanna make it a waste I wanna make it a gross misadventure I wanna make you all! I wanna make you all! I wanna make you, lie to me, lie to me When, did everything go bad, did everything fall flat Did everything decay and lose itself so fast? When , did everything succumb, did everything go numb Did everything lobotomize what it's become? When, does everything come back Does everything relapse Does everything save face and find itself at last? I wanna show you the way, I wanna show you the waste I wanna show you the worst misadventure I wanna show you all! I wanna show you all! I wanna show you how to, die for me, die for me I wanna give it a way, I wanna give it the waste I wanna give it the worst misadventure I wanna give it all! I'm gonna give it all! I'll never give up! Lie to me, die for me Now, everything's a lie, everything's your lie Everything's a face inside another lie Now, everything's a side, everything's one side Everything depends on just which side you're on --- 1st Person - Stone Sour