we'll walk to the end of us,
a lonely army of one million nobodies,
we'll fall until the end of us,
a lonely army of one million bodies...
we smile like we don't care,
we play along with the game,
we think of how to end this,
but we don't dare...
the world crushes our psyche,
our demeanor nonexistent,
are you frightened,
of the on going intoxicant...
you're an imagine of perfection,
but its just that, only an image,
everything is wrong, we must question,
the daily ritual of mental genocide...
we'll walk to the end of us,
a lonely army of one million nobodies,
take my hand, we embrace for the end of us,
a smiling army of one million bodies...