The seams are splitting in this pastel world we have built around us
And it seems that no one listens to a word you say
You can not comprehend the daily practices we live to follow
But it looks like everyone else don't see those things your way
Everything is falling apart, we all go on but the sky is falling
We've made our bed now it's time to lay in it
It's getting hard to breathe, we're screwing ourselves into oblivion
And as for food I hope you like the taste of shit
But you try and you try
You see the cracks in the foundation on which we have built our future
And from where you stand you can see this house is made of straw
And I hope when all your friends have two kids and have gotten married
You won't have given up, but you'll keep going strong
