Since the beginning of time,
We’ve been forced to face our harshest critics,
All the people we try to make important
Because we know what they may see,
What’s inside,
They may have they’re own perceives
Of all that lies within your walls.
They’re poking holes in the walls,
To find the ways you can fall,
They’re watching you all the time,
Here a comes a flash you better smile,
They’re judging with their eyes
Cause there’s always holes in the walls.
You don’t need their mirrored voices telling you the end,
Since the beginning of time they’ve been alone,
While you only needed something a little better than that.
A little better than what you had.
That’s scorned because you’re always wrong,
You can never please the crowd.
Chorus.