The other room comatose by all the screens, blown away by another perfect scene... I don’t care. I’m so bored all the real things can’t compete. Hollywood, paint my day so incomplete. And every street I walk and every place I sit and every film I saw almost ruined it. And all the shiny things that the picture brings turn a normal day into a cheap cliché. You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what .. Whatever we wanna get, we never get. Keep on buying all the things that we don't need just to impress all the ones that we don’t meet... I don’t care I just regret that I acted so damn fake. You know what you have made the same mistake. And all the cigarettes And all the talking heads buying happiness it just never rests. And all the drugs we take so we can sleep awake and watch the colors fade, broken masquerade. you know what, you know what, you know what .. Whatever we wanna get, we never get