a million people walk by, on the street   there are stories being told, by their feet   the cracks in the window set me free   i'm on heroin, eternally   religion teaching me who to be   there are lies thrown at me, from the age of three   there must be something better in this life, i swear   i've had it up to here...      i remember long ago i was a child   pale demons crawled into my bed with a hollow smile   but i don't longer really care, i got away   i'm through listening to you, d'you hear what i say   religion teching me who to be   there are lies thrown at me from the age of three   there must be something better in this life, i swear   i've had it up to here...      i've had enough of all the bitter lies   i've had enough of all the local spies   i've had enough of all comitting suicide   i've had enough and now the anger dies   i've had enough of living life out loud   i've had enough pretending i'm a cloud   i've had enough of dealing with the proud   stop...      religion teaching me how to feel   there are lies thrown at me from the age of three   there must be something better in this life than suicide   i've had it up to here...