Broken world of empty expression
Broken existence of unending sadness, pain is persisting.
I shout to surprise, I shout to realize
That you’re forged fabricated mindless and numb.
Do you want it to end in pointless pretending?
I am searching for self-sabotage; I am running from self-help
But I am left with emptiness in the end.
Broken world of empty expression
Broken existence and pointless pretending
I scream so you’ll listen, I cry so you’ll help.
But in the end its empty expression and pointless pretending
What I perceive is hard to believe but in the end, its how we pretend.