I know the guidelines That I've lived by my whole life So well that I could sing them Be a good kid, be a good brother Be a good son, be a good loyal servant to the king-dom So why am I so confused? I have everything I want Yet it feels like I have nothing left to lose Is the world really falling to pieces? Do we really have to iron out the creases? Have I been living under a rock for so long That I had no clue what was really going on? I've been a prisoner A traitor, and an outcast But to who is the quеstion? I've been having trouble as of late Trying to figurе out who I can put my trust in Why am I so confused? I have everything I want Yet it feels like I have nothing left to lose Is the world really falling to pieces? Do we really have to iron out the creases? Have I been told my whole life something that isn't true? Because I really have no idea what to do I curse the heavens up above Is it really honor that I want Or is it love? ♪ Is the world really falling to pieces? Do we really have to iron out the creases? Have I been living under a rock for so long That I have no clue what's really going on?