when it's time to leave this place
i'll follow what comes easy
elude the human race
discover what still feeds meand if my interest is
waning i can't fake it
your captive audience
escaped for soul renovationi know i might be wrong
but i'm sick of pretending
i've listened to you too long
and nothing's ever mended
you can stretch the truth
and patience wears you so thin
it's just as easy to see through
your high self opinionand i know i might be wrong
but i'm sick of pretending
i've listened to you too long
and nothing's ever mendedand i know i might be wrong
but i'm sick of pretending
i've listened to you too long
and nothing's ever mended
and i know i might be wrong
but i'm sick of pretending
i've listened to you too long
and nothing's ever mended
nothing's ever mended
nothing's ever mended
