Walking down the streets alone Watching people come and go It seems so strange to me they are Just things
Pieces of meat that smile and cry Emptiness behind their eyes Millions of talking puppets All alike
Oh, I feel so lonely Yet stronger than I've ever been It's a privilege to be watching From outside
The world's a song and I'm a note That really doesn't fit Though I'm right here I don't belong And I can't stand deceit
Personality A bag of bricks I learned to carry Ironic as it is I feed from what I despise
I observe a symphony That's wrecked and out of tune Conducted by some entity Of chaos, pure and true
I'm a watcher Watcher Watcher And I'm watching you
Watcher Watcher Watcher Forever
People tend to try and find An order to live by Each one with a function, attribution Led by lies
Personality A bag that keeps on getting heavier The irony remains I'm looking from outsideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
