Lyrics:

What you're looking at
Is the aftermath of the grand jury deciding not to indict, Officer Wilson
Eurgh
Pretending everything is fine won't help
You say you're happy with the shit that sells
This fucking life really sounds like Hell
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself, eugh
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself
Don't act like you're no sinner
This time, I shall not forget
This time, we'll rise from the dead
This time, I am not afraid
I don't see no meaning in these fucking games

Change facts, live fast, it helps us forget pain
Reach back, no thanks, I still go against grains
Point fingers away, don't blame 'til they break
Hype up and see your life's covered in flames
I'm so done with the waiting
Will I find my relief from this mind?
My whole body is craving
A better way of living my life

Mind your business, lost control of all my feelings
I'm still sat here in this building
Fucking dying, fucking breathing
You're not happy, you're still bleeding
Your existence has no meaning
And it makes you fucking sick, eugh
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself
I hope you're happy with the lies you tell yourself