There's no need to make yourself cry

There's no need to kick yourself down

When you're feeling high, high

But still somehow, you look around

There's people here, you can feel it so

And they say"No, none of us are clean""We, are not strangers to the obscene""No, none of us are clean""We, are not strangers to the obscene"

You look around, all you see

There's people here, happily

But what appears may not be

They are not what may seem

When you set the scene, the scene

And they say"No, none of us are clean""We, are not strangers to the obscene""No, none of us are clean""We, are not strangers to the obscene"

You tried to tell, yourself

To look away, look away

And then you fell, down the steps

So it filled your brain, your brain

Still somehow, you look around

There's people here, you can feel it so