Dressed as a stranger, the mirror's cracking My dreams are dying with my smile, laughing A bullet misplaced, I think It's pretty unfair Hey fuck your plan B, man I'm going straight A's It's too easy being a ghost when everything is so loud When they'd do anything they could to be part of the collage You're squeezed by the envelope, crushed by the filters If this is all, I thought it'd be better A shelter With freedom It's impossible One last stunt 'til the word is out One last stunt 'til the word is out One last stunt 'til we're gone I doubt it'll be better A shelter With freedom It's impossible