1st Person

Why is everything so grey 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, 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, 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 Oh, I, 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