curved streets all around glass neatly cut sunshine that kisses the ground
everyone here is amazed
the trees are bright anew green everywhere you see is light
velvet dresses and lace
the sapphire sky covers the land welcoming the birds who sing and pray to the aboves
look at the skyline oh, how pretty is the scene of kids playing in these streets
and everyone in this maze is happy and free the air smells like flowers it is always spring
we are all happy here the highs of the land the beautiful places where good is all around
there's no thing as misery there's no thing as theft we are all happy in this unnamed hell
do not let it fool you do not let it blind the whispers in the red mouths are nothing more than chants draw the curtains do not peek inside behind the jewles and ties there's nothing more than lies
kids waking between sobs wives countouring flaws husbands drinking the green rolls
the houses are all the same magnificents buildings one beheld safe places for the lost
you would never know what goes down there for the rumors are all true but different from all
because that one might be pregnant and that one is not sane that one destroyed my life but no one will ever tell the tale that is unsaid
it is all a big set up for the rest of the town to know that we are all perfect perfectly fit for this hell-hole
do not mistake do not be decived for we all may speak freely and elegantly but we are all the same
all lost and not found by this inmaculate maze
that blonde mane and that pretty dress they are all set ups for that dark frame
it is insane how many believe how some are blind and pray over the prejudices and stories spread
we are all pretending fighting for the starring role award-worthy actors for a shame-worthy role
because we sail on the boats and we play the sports and speak the languages and we sing the songs
it does not mean anything especially not me we are all pretending to be especially me
i do not belong i do not belong no more the leaves are gone from the tree and tree with no leaves is not worth so i should go i should start somewhere new somewhere were no-leaves is rule but i cannot, no i shall not; for all i know and love is in this maze of mine
i may be the biggest glitch a fault in a perfect system what i was then is not what i am now but i love the feeling oh, i love the glam i love the labels they put on me and i wear them proud
because baby we are all lost here and we all are genuine frauds