The sun is shining but I feel no warmth
Plans are being made, but I want to rebell

The room is cleaned, but the dust never settles
nothing laid to rest, it always lies in limbo

Things that happen are always questioned, little liar
that you are, haven't you come to expect it?

Wretched nasty people, thier honesty never really
existing. Plenty of wavings of ownership of
nothing.