Uh, uh, uh, you’re knocking at my door again
And maybe we can all talk the same
You couldn’t help it
Uh, uh, uh, you’re banging at my door again,
And maybe we can break this chain.
But you don’t have the tools
For breaking out the rules
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll fight 'em out
It’s more and more the only thing that keeps me the same
You couldn’t help it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and maybe then
You recognize you’re just petrified
All the same.
You know you’re such a fool
To think that you’re breaking any rules.
Shu, shu you’re not that great at
What you do and maybe we just all stay the same
You couldn’t help it
Shu, shu resemble him
Creating one more thing
So we could all feel his pain.
You don’t have the tools
To realize the God won’t talk to you.
You don’t have the tools
To realize the God won’t talk to you.
I’ve been faking it my whole life
I’ve been faking it my whole life
I’ve been faking it my whole life
I’ve been faking it my whole life