Pronoia Lyrics - Subjective Concepts - Strange Wilds

The streets are littered with our filth 

But we trudge through it all the same 

Through all the disease ridden puddles 

Our feet get wet and our socks get stained 

There are no more innocents 

We're all guilty in every way 

There's no way! [x4] 

We toss more bodies on the piles 

Simple and hideous while the sun fell 

Wear with pride, our fake smiles 

None to know it was our death knell 

Wishing we could all stay 

To get the green, you have to have the grey 

There's no way! [x4] 

I can't find a semblance 

I can't find a semblance 

I can't find a semblance 

I can't find a semblance of how it should be 

How it should be 

Maybe we just want it all too much 

And it makes us ill 

Can't stand the sight, can't stand the touch 

Is this how we'll always feel? 

We crave and crave and crave 

Put ourselves on display 

There's no way! [x4] 

I can't find a semblance [x4] 

Confined [x4]