all these things i see, all the doubts in my mind   all the facts i face and the truth i can't find   with hatred so intoxicating and meaningless,    what can i say on always fucking pissed false start,   so much hate- got to pacify to survive   and hope that what's in my heart   can be translated to my mind   and with this chaos that lives inside my heart    if you and i are really so far apart   i can't help thinking, somewhere, out there-   there must be something -- a reason to care   friends, ha yeah, sure i don't talk to them anymore   something is wrong and it must be with me    'cause i'm the only the one who does not see   they say "trust the art, not the artist"   now do you see how small your part is?   make you feel better? fucking tears me apart-   no responsibility and no heart   no wait, i've made a mistake    still believe? damn straight   friends, ha yeah, sure but i just can't care anymore   something's wrong and it must be with me   i guess that's the way i want it to be   no more songs about the past,   i always say the next will be my last   one thing i'm so scared to see   is that you become what you hate   and that might be me