You don't look at the world
Through rose coloured glassed
But you're living your life 
Obeying the masses
You don't pray because 
You don't think there's a heaven
But when you're ugly and evil
You expect to be forgiven

What do I do 
What can I say
What makes you tick 
In this particular way
In this particular way

You don't see love or beauty
Cause you only see yourself
There will never be inspiration
That just wouldn't be good for your health
When I'm flying ten feet above you
You can still bring me down
Like the cold old wet blanket
You left lying on the ground

What do I do 
What can I say
What makes you tick 
In this particular way
In this particular way

I guess I should be grateful
Instead I just feel hateful
But in the worse case scenario
I could be you
You could be me
What would I do
What can I say
What makes you tick
In this particular way
In this particular way