I don't wanna face the people I don't wanna face the crowd I don't wanna face the hatred So I'll crawl into my shroud That's why I've gotta hide From
Look at me, I'm in the front lines I just came to have some fun I've never seen this band before I'm not like them, I'm hardcore Asshole, Asshole look
Beyond my grasp We can't reach Methods of attack It's so abstract Turning a new leaf Yet I am free Everything's divine All my time Still never enough
It's a constant struggle Emptiness tolls by Left up on the shelf No one hears the cry Just another decoration Looking for the reason Trying to find
Take a last look, the world's about to fall Your efforts are useless, to move a brick wall You didn't seem to listen to a thing I said You think that
Morbid feelings in an envelope Only kidding it's only a joke Don't let him get too close Don't let her get too close Don't let anyone get that close
You used to pay a lotta money for a fancy suit Pay 25 grand for a pair of boots Disco dancing used to be the in thing See a phony cowboy try to sing
You've seen it all Before These surroundings seem familiar You've seen it all before You've seen it all Before The act fits you oh so well So that
Going through a warzone every day all these people getting in my way gonna mow the whole human race down run all these people into the ground I'm a
Never mind staying in line ask how they're doing they say fine never bother to get mad smile on their face they're never mad Happy people
It doesn't take that much When it all goes to your head Hall of fame Being on top of it all Thinking that you've made it now
Living in a cheap soap opera questioning your dreary existence life of problems life of misery high school horror end it now Here's the chair here's
Forget what just happened today time to shoot the world away I just want to rest right now can't talk to anyone anyhow Hour of 1 I can't help staring
I'm lying here in my bed all lifes' problems on my head I write about the things I see I sing about you and me lyrics are rolling round and round gotta
...I'm James Dean... I'm James Dean I create the scene Know what I mean I'm James Dean I'm James Dean [x3] I'm an American dream
I can't move I can't move I can't think I can't think Here come those tears of joy Slowly running down my face Kept feelings bottled in too long Now
I've judged you wrong I thought In your head had no plot Got the jaded eyes, so naive Talk flies, hours roll Some folks have no lip control Another
Loneliness in their nails Bottled veils Dark circles under eyes Empty lies There's a hole in the scene When the brain used to be A new state of mind