Scratch the surface serve a purpose

scratch the surface don't waste my time



Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night

herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null

such shallow sight barely skin deep



What is the force that drives the superficial

tell me what keeps their minds remaining little

so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy

so afraid to actually scratch the surface



All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside

big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul

they take so much time big dollar signs