Love turned cold Bitterness has crawled into words Walls built to separate us from who we love most Sold fantasies to fill empty hearts Robbed by rich men laughing all the way to the bank Replicate the passion we felt (How could you expect us to know?) Calculate the weight of all your guilt (Believing all the lies that we're told) Separate the name from the girl (Killing off the innocent to save our souls) Souls once called But darkness will cut out the parts of us That were made to be loved from the start Are we paying for the envy we crave? Giving up the love of the family we trade Are you hurting? Hesitating? Holding out for something real? (It's the best we got) But tonight my lips are sealed with the perfect lie (This could be something more) The sex is entertaining and our mouths are salivating For the power and the pleasure cause the real could never measure up (It's the best we got) (This could be so much more) And the sins of every father carried down to sons and daughters Living massive contradictions with these passive works of fiction I'm so sick of it all