Watching each other's lives From the greatest seat Going round in a pleasure wheel You blur the lines between fake and real Fake walls made of water bricks Mannequins Staring right at their phone screens No more talk, nobody's gonna call you Picture by picture I took you all out of my wall Laughing at each other's scars Karma, drama, solitude Fake cries, lies, we're all misguided No ending there, visual effect Fake windows shutting our vision Moving through a way of blind superstition No more true Everything's under the floor Now I'm moving, I'm going through the front door It's a madhouse, it's a circus It's a freakshow going in circles No one to blame, it's just a game Can you pretend until the end? Lonely people, so wonderful and fearful Lonely world, messed up, broken and tearful We do nothing to make it any better We keep making It more and more and more sadder It's a madhouse, it's a circus It's a freakshow going in circles No one to blame, it's just a game Can you pretend until the end?