Our mothers are insane

'Cause their mothers are insane

Our fathers are insane

'Cause their fathers are insane

Everything falls from the top

First it bends, and then it drops

It's always someone else's fault

All the people in our business

Trying making money with their visions

Wearing their white sneakers

All the people in our business

It's hard for me to talk to you

But I need someone I can talk to

I keep falling from the top

I bend and I drop (What)

What should I say?

Harshness confused with strength

Kindness mixed with guilt

All of these are traps

We set up for ourselves

I feel sick today

Who you gonna call?

Tomorrow I'll feel great

And then it hits again

Hits again, hits again, hits again

Hits again-gain-gain

Hits again, hits again, hits again

Hits again-gain-gain