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How do I keep myself
From slipping between the cracks
Seems the older I get the more I regret
Things I have done
The choices I've made have hardened my soul
I feel disconnected
I'm caught in a parallel worlds
Where everyone is fake
The words you say
The innocence you portray-isn't convincing
Everyone has a dependency
Beneath their sincerity

All you believe
All you adore
Nothing is what it seems
Nothing is pure

What do you worship
Who do you idolize
Why do you wish to be
Wearing someone else's skin
If you could really see
The person they are within
What you thought was so special
Is filled with sin
Don't get comfortable with your surroundings
Nothing lasts forever
No one's ever satisfied


All you believe
All you adore
Nothing is what it seems
Nothing is pure (X2)

To you crooked doctors
And crooked priests
Crooked lawyers
And Crooked police
Until you've become a victim or you stand accused
And they take away your rights
Leaving someone else to choose
Your type of punishment
The price you have to pay it's
All for money
All that you believe
All taht you adore
Nothing, nothing's sacred
Anymore
How do I keep myself   From slipping between the cracks   Seems the older I get the more I regret   Things I have done   The choices I've made have hardened my soul   I feel disconnected   I'm caught in a parallel worlds   Where everyone is fake   The words you say   The innocence you portray-isn't convincing   Everyone has a dependency   Beneath their sincerity      All you believe   All you adore   Nothing is what it seems   Nothing is pure      What do you worship   Who do you idolize   Why do you wish to be   Wearing someone else's skin   If you could really see   The person they are within   What you thought was so special   Is filled with sin   Don't get comfortable with your surroundings   Nothing lasts forever   No one's ever satisfied         All you believe   All you adore   Nothing is what it seems   Nothing is pure (X2)      To you crooked doctors   And crooked priests   Crooked lawyers   And Crooked police   Until you've become a victim or you stand accused   And they take away your rights   Leaving someone else to choose   Your type of punishment   The price you have to pay it's   All for money   All that you believe   All taht you adore   Nothing, nothing's sacred   Anymore