Moving through the silent crowd and watching all the vacant faces. Sleep long nights and rise so proud to watch the hours slip away. I'm jealous of the hours that they stare through with such hungry eyes. I'm haunted by these images. I'm hunted by the emptiness. I'm hurt by all the twisted lies...
And their lives...
See, there's no hope on the merry-go-round of life. No go for tomorrow... And i don't have to feel so low. All i need is a limousine and a ticket for the freak show.
So come on, hold on. Make believe that it's all gone. So come on, it's been so long so let's pretend it's not wrong.
Moving through the silent crowd and watching lovers pass by. Sleep all day and rise so proud to watch the hours tick fast away. For there's no hope on the merry-go-round of life. No go for tomorrow... And i don't have to feel so low. All i need is a limousine and a ticket for the freak show. | 
