You’ve got two eyes to view, one to see
Never stop to look around, never stop to breathe
You’re wasted, racing, chasing your feelings away
So many strange faces, but they’re all the same
You can’t stand to be present
Probably because you can’t stand your own fucking presence
Aren’t you tired of this, doesn’t it make you sick
Is you ignorance bliss
Build up your walls, build them high
High, higher
Oh the higher you get, the harder you fall
Can’t cope with emotion your missing it all
When you see yourself
Does it make your skin crawl
Aren’t you tired of this, doesn’t it make you sick
Is you ignorance bliss