Straight To Voicemail

Let’s pretend that we’re the same
That you’re no better than me
Let’s just talk like there’s nothing
In between who you are and who I can be
How can you sleep at night
While the rest of us die
With your head held high
How can you look in the mirror
Are you blind let me help you see clearer
You locked us up in a stone cold cell
While you blindly pave the road to hell
Subconscious thoughts you turned into reality
Lucid dreaming endless screaming no formality