Living a different way.. You can't expect me to be the same.. Separating our lives and wondering why.. Face down I walk away.. And every time I think I do the right thing you turn your back on me..
Hey (Hey). Oh, Mr. Back-stabbing son of a bitch. You're livin' in a world that will soon be dyin'. And I know (I know). Everybody knows you try to be like me.
Oh, shit. . It crawls down deep inside. Without a pulse or a will to die. Not known to sympathize. . And now it takes what it takes. And let's the feeling suffocate.