Wandering about late in this picture perfect town
About to have a mental breakdown

With all these perfect people in their perfect world
While I live in my own dreamworld

Picturing what this town would look like in fire
While listening to the mightiest church choir

Ruining everything they worked so hard for
Just so that I don't feel like a prisoner of war

Escaping from this nightmare of a place
Will be the Coup De Grace

Then I won't be the mental case
Anymore In anyplace