When it's time to leave this place
I'll follow what comes easy
Elude the human race

Discover what still feeds me

And if my interest is

Waning I can't fake it
Your captive audience
Escaped for soul renovation


I know I might be wrong
But I'm sick of pretending

I've listened to you too long
And nothing's ever mended


You can stretch the truth
And patience wears you so thin
It's just as easy to see through

Your high self-opinion

And I know I might be wrong

But I'm sick of pretending
I've listened to you too long
And nothing's ever mended


And I know I might be wrong
but I'm sick of pretending

I've listened to you too long
and nothing's ever mended


And I know I might be wrong
but I'm sick of pretending
I've listened to you too long

And nothing's ever mended
Nothing's ever mended
Nothing's ever mended

Nothing's ever mended