If you are me
You are a part of me
I'd rather not see
They're strolling toward the mic
With their box and coin bouncing
There is no delight in hearing hollow men gasp
Grasping for straws
To fill their coats
They clear their throats and drop their jaws
Revealing darkness within
And if you are me
You are a part of me
I'd rather not see
I'd rather not know
I'd rather not go
If we are all one
If we are all the same
Can I go back?
Can I play the old game?
When I didn't know your pain
When I didn't know your pain
We're marching down the street
With our box and coin bouncing
We're not stupid sheep
We will find the VP
We've got noose for necks
Take some pics to flex
We got sticks and stones
Gonna break some bones
And if you are me
You are a part of me
I'd rather not see
I'd rather not know
I'd rather not go
If we are all one
If we are all the same
Can I go back?
Can I play the old game?
When I didn't know your pain
When I didn't know your pain
And if you are me
You are a part of me
I'd rather not see
I'd rather not know
I'd rather not go
If we are all one
If we are all the same
Can I go back?
Can I play the old game?
When I didn't know your pain
When I didn't know your pain
