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