Same old people same old sounds Same old kids playing around Same old voices in my head Shouting to me that I should be dead Dead right now Right now Don't make a sound Same old news it keeps circling round People telling people how they're feeling down down But what they don't know is others feel it to Maybe sometimes there's a screw loose Psychotic kids don't know what to do Self harms something I wouldn't do Same old city same old town Same old streets I'm wandering round Same old feelings same old head Same old rules time to go to bed