The saint has left Still humid night And The malice Gives me heartburn The whack-a-mole began Who will be right? I just want to go this way ahead Horn fragments Mole carcasses Synchronization pressures All I wanna do is move on But there're too many roadblocks Don’t trust anything Other than what you see Before you’re Bored of everything Don’t trust anything Other than what you feel In a world like this Full of malice and lies The cartoonist is dead Who was my light The rockstar is dead I’m still alive The millennium actress Is still inactive Even as we are standing here In a dead land I’m the only one standing I’m just sad That I’m still alive There’s no reason to go on In this world without you, Guts Don’t trust anything Other than what you see Before you’re Bored of everything Don’t trust anything Other than what you feel In a world like this Full of malice and lies A time when being square Is not tolerated Squares are wasted In a sea of electrons All I wanna do is move on But there're too many roadblocks Don’t trust anything Other than what you see Before you’re Bored of everything Don’t trust anything Other than what you feel In a world like this Full of malice and lies