Rush hour with legs Found it so hard to walk away That's why I think its fake I can't believe the things they've done to me Serrate what I thought Out of what I know My heart didn't know I startled you I cannot endure it My thoughts aren't mine I cant believe the things they've done to me Sounds my only accent The birds beneath the rain of the deep, deep, shallow depths Try to fly upside down in the ocean of madness There, only there Is there gain to them? There, always there What to gain from? Gain