Standing on the edge of sanity Throwing insults at the void, Zero plus zero is the Lord's work But if you do it he gets annoyed, I'd feel less like St. Sebastian If you'd stop searching for another arrow, Why are you always repeating yourself Like you're trapped inside of Bolero? Now you cry Fake from the comfort of your bell jar, I know you think you're better than me, Well maybe you are, Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better Hasn't got you very far Floating with your head underwater Screaming hatred into the sea, Wasted wasteful anger time is the only time you made for me I have no reason to think about you to worry or to care, You used to be my main man But when I look at you now, he's not there Now you call me a Fake from the comfort of your bell jar, I know you think you're better than me, Well maybe you are, Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better Hasn't got you very far Now you cry Fake from the comfort of your bell jar, I know you think you're better than me, Well maybe you are, Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better Hasn't got you very far