Popular society

I'm walking down this busy street
It's everything
but it's not me
Can't you see
I don't wanna be part of your so called popular society

Looking at this busy city
It's everywhere you wanna be
but nothing that you are
It's just a painting on a wall

A place where there is only love
not hate
and life
not death

But in life there is death
dying
trying to survive
wanting to fit in

Carry on little liar
make your smile a little wider
Live your "perfect" life
continue your meaningless existence

Dance puppet dance
while in your mindless trance
your so perfect
tell me....is it really worth it??

Is it everything you thought it would be
Or is it nothing to you at all
shal you stay up or shal you fall

Shal you lie once again
while you live your perfect sin
what an imagination you have

How careless
your blood spills on your dress
crying out in pain
there's nothing you will gain

another bruise? wonderful
tell me...was it painful?
Will you tell or will you lie?
will you let him beat you until you die?

Crying again; I see
Crying yourself to sleep?
and ocean of tears so deep

Your so lucky
to live in this perfectly corrupt society