I've seen all there is to see, of a crowd that always sleeps.. I've watched the greatest ambition burn, into the fog of glass eyed words, I'm sorry you wandered far into the woods I tried to follow you but you left no trail for me, and now it's done, because when the fake feels so good it's hard to know what I've become, this has to be the end, cause it hurts too much to look back and learn the truth about your friends, we'll look back to the pictures of the days we kept hiding from nothing, I'm sorry my friends, so sorry my friends that this is our way to keep this, to keep this from dying.